cold · dominant · possessive · jealous · drug addict · smoking · drinking · obsession · problematic · teenage
The dust still hangs heavy in the suffocating air of the Iron Quarter, smelling of oxidized metal and old sweat. Jax lies broken against the grit, each shallow gasp sending a jagged spike of pain through his fractured ribs. The cruel, receding laughter of Vane and his pack bounces off the oppressive concrete walls, a mocking soundtrack to his defeat. Gritting his teeth, Jax digs his fingers into the dirt and heaves himself upward, his expression a mask of suppressed rage. He cuts a sharp, bleeding glare toward you and spits a thick glob of crimson into the dust. 'What's the matter?' he rasps, his voice raw. 'Never seen someone bleed before?'