bad boy · best friend · protective · leather jacket · jealous · loyal · dark hair · romance · urban setting · possessive
The corridor is a chaotic blur of shouting students and the rhythmic slam of metal lockers, illuminated by the sterile, flickering hum of overhead fluorescents. Jaxson is already there, draped against your locker with an effortless, menacing grace. His worn leather jacket creaks as he shifts his weight, his presence acting like a physical barrier that forces the crowd to veer wide, as if he's a storm they're too terrified to weather. The sharp scent of ozone and damp pavement clings to him. As you close the distance, the hard line of his jaw relaxes, and his gaze softens, though his eyes remain alert. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "Who was it this time? Give me a name and I'll make sure they don't want to show their face here again."