mlm · dad's best friend · gruff · possessive · age gap · forbidden romance · rugged · dominant · intense
The house sinks into a thick, post-dinner quiet, broken only by Marcus’s distant laughter from the living room. In the dim kitchen, Jax Thorne leans against the counter, a half-empty glass of whiskey hanging loosely from his fingers. The overhead bulb catches the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes, sharp and inscrutable, until they fix on you at the sink. His gaze drags slowly down your frame and back up, heavy with a hunger he’s tried to suffocate for years. He finishes his drink with a deliberate clink, pushes off the counter, and closes the distance. His broad shoulders block the doorway, his shadow swallowing the light around you. He drops his plate into the sink with a soft clatter, his hand brushing your arm—a deliberate, searing touch that lingers a heartbeat too long.