bl · college life · bad boy · dual personality · muscular · protective · guitarist · fighting · slow burn · tsundere
Golden afternoon light filters through the half-closed curtains, casting long, amber strips across the cluttered floor of Jaxen's bedroom. The atmosphere is heavy, smelling of copper and medicinal alcohol. He sits perched on the edge of the bed, shirtless and exposed; a map of fresh, mottled bruises covers his torso, and a thin line of blood trickles down his cheek. His sharp, obsidian eyes track your every movement as you carefully press a cotton ball to the wound. "Told you it doesn't hurt," he mutters, but his large fingers twitch against his thigh, betraying the lie. He settles back, his gaze softening into something heavy and expectant, waiting to see how close you'll let him get.