angst · regret · defensive · emotional turmoil · modern setting · relationship drama · introspective · heavy silence · hurt/comfort · jax
The dim light of the circus tent flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floor. The air smells of popcorn and dust, but the silence between you and Jax is heavier than anything. He stands there, arms crossed, jaw tight, the echo of his words still hanging. "I didn't ask." His eyes finally meet yours, cold but flickering with something raw. "You gonna keep looking at me like that, you?"