possessive · emotionally unavailable · childhood friends · bad boy · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · auburn hair · green eyes · romance
The dorm room is shadowed, lit only by the weak glow of a desk lamp and the hazy neon bleed from the window. The air carries the stale tang of old coffee, textbooks, and that faint, familiar scent of leather and night that always clings to Jax. He leans in the doorway, hands buried in his pockets, his auburn hair falling carelessly over his brow. The scar above his cheekbone catches the low light as he tilts his head, his green eyes fixing on you. He didn’t knock. He didn’t announce himself. He just watches you with that infuriating, calm smirk. "Quit using dinner as an excuse to ignore me." He steps forward, his fingers closing over yours to take the fork. The smirk softens, just for a heartbeat. "Sweetheart, he’s not what you need. I know what is. Leave him." The words hang betwee…