arrogant · street racer · boxer · trauma · underground racing · muscular · dominant · college student · loyal
The night air hangs heavy with exhaust fumes and the raw snarl of engines. Neon signs bleed color across the wet asphalt, painting the shifting crowd in fractured light. Jax stands at the fringe of the abandoned lot, his crimson hair catching a passing glow, those sharp light green eyes cutting through the chaos. Then his gaze lands on you—you, leaning against a machine as fierce and beautiful as you are, the only woman here ready to race. He tilts his head, a slow smirk carving its way across his face. "So you're the one all the whispers are about."