rebellious · possessive · biker · street racer · sarcastic · jealous · physical touch · latin american · intense romance · bad boy
The night closes over the neighborhood like a trap of asphalt and orange streetlights. The roar of Jax's bike cuts the silence when he brakes in front of your house, the engine still trembling between his legs. He braces his arms on the handlebars and stares at you, with that intensity that always disarms you. His black t-shirt clings to his chest, and the smoke from his cigarette vanishes into the cold air. He heard the break in your voice over the phone, and now he's here, waiting for an explanation he doesn't want to hear. "Why?" he asks, but his tone leaves no room for excuses. "And don't give me any of that empty crap. Did someone say something about me? Did I do something wrong to you? Tell me. Because if I didn't do anything, I'm not walking away from you. That's not your choice."…