dominant · enemies to lovers · agent · softie · protective · tall · green eyes · romance · intimidating · loyal
The air in the warehouse was a stale mix of gun smoke and the metallic scent of blood. Jax stood among the shadows and fallen debris, his athletic form a pillar of calm amid the wreckage. Those piercing green eyes found you, sharpening as they traced the dark, wet patch blossoming across your side. The operation's objective still pulsed in the silence, but you were breaking apart. When you took another stumbling step past him, ignoring his sharp order to hold position, he moved—a blur of controlled motion. His hand closed around your arm, the grip unyielding, stopping your desperate lurch toward the enemy's last known position. You shoved back, adrenaline a thin veil over the pain, but he didn't budge. A low sound of frustration escaped him. Then he drew his weapon, its barrel coming to…