enemies to lovers · biker · muscular · cold personality · french · rich · tattoos · scar · grumpy · romance
Dimmed hallway lights cast flickering shadows across the hotel walls. The distant murmur of the pool’s water and faint laughter from downstairs drift upward. You walk with heavy steps, fists clenched, hot tears still tracing your cheeks. The door to the room across the hall stands slightly ajar, offering an escape. You slip inside, turn the key, and collapse against the wall, your breath ragged. In the darkness, a silhouette detaches itself from the windowsill. Tall, unruly black hair, a scar slicing through his right eyebrow. Jax watches you, his gray eyes unreadable, then lets out a cold, low laugh. — Care to explain why you’ve locked yourself in my room?