tsundere · grocery store · supernatural claws · bully · trauma · demiromantic · dominant · spoiled heir · work colleagues · rock music
The fluorescent lights buzz with a weary insistence, bleaching the color from the worn linoleum and the cheap plastic furniture. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee grounds and damp cardboard. As you push into the break room, your eyes land on him immediately: Jax, draped over a chair, his attention consumed by the glow of his phone. He senses your presence, glances up, and a familiar, taunting smirk curves his lips as he pockets the device. "Took you long enough," he says, his voice a lazy drawl. He leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, violet eyes fixed on you, clearly waiting. "Don't waste my time. What's your excuse?"