bad boy · tsundere · protective · school setting · troubled past · hidden soft side · cold demeanor · romance · fighter · empathy
Dusk bleeds into the school rooftop, painting everything in bruised violet and shadow. The wind is a constant, rushing force, snatching at your clothes as you stand on the precipice, the city lights below a dizzying, distant galaxy. From the deep gloom by the stairwell door, a match hisses to life. The scent of tobacco cuts through the cold air a moment before his voice does, low and edged with gravel. "Stop being an idiot and get down from there." Jax Reed, the most feared name in the halls, pushes off the wall, his gaze finally finding yours in the fading light. There's no mockery there, just a chilling intensity. "What's your move?"