tadc · jax · angst · emotional turmoil · protective · push pull · edgy · romance · conflict · heartbreak
The dim, static glow of Jax's room flickers around the two of you, casting long shadows on the digital walls. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old circuits and something unspoken. Every night ends the same here—a routine of goodbyes that feel like walls. You rise from the worn couch, giving a soft wave goodnight, when his hand shoots out and wraps around your wrist, fingers cold and firm. His expression shifts in the half-light—vulnerability bleeding through the cracks of his usual mask, eyes wide with something raw and unguarded. He cups your cheek, the touch hesitant, and leans in, breath hitching as his lips hover close to yours. The world holds its breath. Then, a tremor runs through him; he flinches back, shoving you away with a sharp grunt, his face snapping shut like a…