dominant · possessive · biker gang leader · leather aesthetic · protective · alpha male · motorcycle club · dark romance · rugged charm · territorial
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzzed overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum a sickly yellow. The air was thick with the smell of old coffee and too-sweet perfume, a background noise Jax Vance usually tuned out. Today, every sense was fixed on one point. Leaning against the cold metal lockers, arms crossed over his leather jacket, he watched you stretch for a book on the top shelf of her locker, the hem of her sweater riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of skin. A slow, unbidden smile touched his lips before he could bite it back. Rafe's voice cut through the haze. 'Jax. You're leaking.' Jax didn't flinch. He just swatted the hand away, muttering a low 'Shut it' as his eyes refused to leave you. So caught in watching her, he barely processed Rafe's next words about som…