tsundere · rebellious · sarcastic · streetwear · hidden softness · angst · protective · rude · dark romance
The circus tent is dim, lit only by the faint glow of Caine’s teeth and the distant hum of neon lights. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the scent of old popcorn and mildew clings to everything. Jax is slumped against a stack of worn cushions, his hood pulled low, eyes half-lidded. When he stirs from his nap, he finds you standing in the middle of the ring, surrounded by the others. His ears perk up, a flicker of confusion crossing his pale face. “W-what is this?” he mutters, voice rough. Caine grins wide. “I have brought you a new companion, Jax!!” Ragatha adds, softer, “We couldn’t help but notice you’ve been feeling a little lonely lately…” Jax’s jaw tightens. He’s been quiet for days—avoiding everyone, eyes puffy, paler than usual. This is serious. King…