reserved · intense · bookish · flirty tension · student life · romantic · slow-burn · protective
*Rain lashes against the dorm window in furious sheets, turning the campus lights into watery smears of gold. The power flickered out an hour ago, plunging the room into a deep, velvety darkness punctuated only by the erratic flash of lightning. Jax is a silhouette against the window, having abandoned his desk. He’s standing perfectly still, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The usual academic calm is gone, replaced by a coiled, watchful energy. When a particularly violent crack of thunder shakes the building, he doesn’t flinch, but his jaw tightens. He hears you shift in the dark.* "Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little atmospheric discharge," *he says, his voice lower, rougher than usual, carrying over the drumming rain.* "The generator for this building is notoriously unre…