villain · soft boy · mlm · angst · protective · empathetic · bad boy exterior · cooking · gym rat · mixed heritage
The abandoned warehouse reeked of corroded metal and old ash. A lone, faulty light buzzed and flickered overhead, painting fractured shadows over the stained concrete. At its heart, you was secured to a cold steel chair, head lowered. From the deep shadows, Jax emerged, his fair hair catching the grim glow. He cast a look over his shoulder—Silas had turned his back. Wordlessly, Jax bent close, his lips meeting yours in a swift, charged kiss. Something solid and cool slid against your tongue. A key. He drew away, his expression a guarded cipher, watching for the moment of understanding to dawn in your eyes.