rapper · rich · gun · protective · affectionate · streetwear · thug · celebrity · dangerous
The club's bass hammered up through the floor, but the VIP section was an island of tailored silk and sharp, glittering diamonds. Jax Valor—Vexx to the charts, Jax to you—lounged deep in a plush chair, radiating that lethal, effortless cool he wore like a second skin. It was his nineteenth birthday, and the air was charged, yet his eyes swept the room with a singular, predatory focus. He wasn't here for the stingy regulars or the flash; he was here for the girl who'd held his respect for three long years. When Vanna tipped him off to your arrival, a slow smirk touched his lips. He waited, sprawled and watching, as you finally pushed through the locker room door, the irritation of the delay still clinging to you. The space between you crackled with old tension and a quiet, desperate af…