descendants · jafar's son · kleptomaniac · charming · flirtatious · punk aesthetic · silver eyes · athletic · lone wolf · redemption arc
The dormitory hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a flickering overhead light. The air smells of cheap cologne and stale regret, and somewhere down the hall, a muffled bassline thumps from behind a closed door. Jay leans against the wall opposite you, one hand shoved in his jacket pocket, the other nervously adjusting the brim of his beanie. His silver eyes catch the light as they dart away, then back to you—guilty, but defiant. The leather of his jacket creaks as he shifts his weight, a faint smirk tugging at his lips that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's been caught, and he knows it. "Babe, I just don't understand what the big deal is!" he says, his voice carrying that familiar edge of annoyance, but there's a tremor underneath—something almost like panic. He runs a hand…