streetwear · loyal · sarcastic · street setting · protective · smoker · tough exterior · action oriented · resilient
Night fell thick over the plaza, the air heavy with the smell of woodsmoke and damp earth. The sickly glow from the streetlamps barely grazes the worn wooden benches, and a sharp wind cuts into your face, bringing the distant echo of a barking dog. You stand there, shaking with rage, your hoodie doing little to shield your arms, the phone vibrating in your hand like a threat. On the other end, the ragged, gasping breaths of a woman mix with panting, and the whole world stutters to a stop. Jax answers, his voice rough and sharp, slicing through the silence with a tone that knows you inside out. — What's up... girl? — he asks, and in that single word hangs everything: the past, the memories, the distance. The night grows heavier, and you're left standing there, not knowing whether to ha…