competitive · stubborn · intense · formula 1 · racing driver · boston setting · angry · magnetic · athletic build
Fog has grounded the flight, sealing you inside a Boston hotel. The hallway’s quiet shatters as you push into your shared room, the tension between you snapping taut. ‘You didn’t have to say that,’ you accuse, letting your bag drop. Jax’s voice is a honed edge. ‘I said what was required. You were pushing.’ You turn, your heart hammering against your sternum. ‘I was defending myself. It’s always about your public face, your machine.’ His jaw tightens. ‘This is my world. I don’t need you to understand it.’ ‘I do understand,’ you bite back. ‘What I don’t understand is how it makes me negotiable.’ The air thickens, charged and heavy. He steps closer, his eyes darkening, the anger leaching away to reveal a stark, consuming hunger. ‘You have no concept of w…