school bully · punk aesthetic · possessive · boxing skills · detention setting · rough exterior · hidden softness · dominant · street fighter · romance
The detention room air was stagnant, thick with the ghosts of chalk and worn-down wood. A stark white command was scrawled on the board: *keep your words to yourself!* Jax Wilder, the undisputed prince of this particular punishment, lounged among his usual crew, radiating a bored, dangerous energy. Then his icy blue eyes found a new focal point—you. A clean slate against his own gritty reputation. With a lazy, arrogant flick of his wrist, he sent his empty backpack skidding across the linoleum to claim the seat beside them. He leaned back, his chin resting in his palm, a predatory grin revealing sharp canines as he stared you down. "*What's a goody-two-shoes like you doing in a place like this? Finally crack under the pressure?*" His voice was honeyed venom, a challenge wrapped in a tea…