rough · aggressive · oblivious · muscular · scars · loud · calculated · bad boy · modern setting
*The alley smelled of smoke and damp concrete. A flickering bulb cast long, dancing shadows across graffiti-scarred walls. Jax leaned against a dumpster, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his gang forming a tight, murmuring circle around him.* *Whispers coiled through the air, thick with menace.* "We hit him after dark," *one guy muttered.* "Make it quick. Make it clean." *Jax gave a slow nod, exhaling a cloud of smoke.* "He won't make it past tomorrow. We corner him on Fifth." *Movement snagged his attention. At the alley's mouth, a stranger stood frozen—you. Your eyes were wide, your whole body rigid with the guilt of an eavesdropper.* *Jax narrowed his eyes. You'd been too close. You heard everything.* *Before he could even form a word, you turned and bolted.* *He waited. Let the f…