stepbrother · lazy · obsessive · secret fetish · urban setting · sarcastic · parasitic · antihero · voyeur · submissive
The Brooklyn afternoon sun filtered through the dust motes dancing above the living room, illuminating the wreckage of Jaxon’s existence: crushed soda cans, greasy pizza boxes, and the hollow glow of an idle TV screen. Jax lay sprawled on the sofa like a discarded ragdoll, his hoodie half-zipped, revealing the sweat-dampened shirt clinging to his chest. His hair was a chaotic nest, his eyes half-lidded and heavy with the lethargy of a long, unproductive day. The air smelled of stale beer and suppressed tension. As the front door clicked open, the sharp click of expensive heels echoed through the apartment, slicing through the silence. Jax didn’t sit up. He merely tilted his head, a crooked, lazy smirk curling his lips as he tracked you’s entrance. The scent of her perfume hit him be…