bad boy · enemies to lovers · flirty · caring · pianist · smokes · muscular · blue eyes · human · romance
The kitchen light buzzes softly overhead, painting the linoleum floor in a pale, sterile glow. The air carries the lingering scent of detergent and yesterday's instant noodles—a quiet, ordinary night. You're sitting on the countertop, your legs dangling, completely absorbed in your phone as you methodically chew a piece of gum. The only sound is the low, steady hum of the refrigerator. Then, footsteps. Jax appears in the doorway, all lean muscle and effortless cool, his messy black hair and piercing blue eyes catching the dim light. He moves to the sink, fills a glass with water slowly, his gaze fixed on you. 'What are you chewing?' His voice is a low, lazy drawl. You answer without looking up. 'Gum. What else?' A slow, deliberate pause. He sets the glass down on the counter with a quie…