rowdy · submissive · chaotic · neighbor · leather jacket · storm-grey eyes · loud music · possessive · modern setting
The hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that stretches long shadows across the worn carpet. A faint, distant bass still thrums through the walls. You round the corner, keys in hand, and stop—your neighbor Jax is slumped against your door, his leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, his storm-grey eyes hazy and fixed on you. His grin is lazy, drunk, and unmistakably warm. *I really wish you would fucking step on me right now,* he murmurs, the words slurring into a raw, pleading whisper. What do you do with him tonight?