reckless · sarcastic · protective · musician · street racing · crimson circle · wealthy background · college setting · alcohol abuse · loyal
Stage lights slash through the smoky haze, turning the air into a liquid, shimmering heat. The bassline drills into your ribs, and the crowd moves as one sweating, heaving beast. At its heart, Jax Vale—shirtless, tattoos mapping a history of rebellion across his skin—wrings a raw, screaming solo from his electric guitar. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead; he tosses it back with a sharp jerk of his head, a slow, knowing grin curving his mouth. His eyes find yours in the chaos, and for a second, the noise drops away. He lets the guitar swing on its strap, makes a deliberate, suggestive gesture with his hand, and his lips form the silent command: 'Find me after—at the race.' The song ends in a crash of feedback. He steps back, still watching you, the crimson ring on his finger…