sarcastic · trauma · explosives · the aegis institute · anime-inspired · guarded · bisexual · loner · vulnerable
The academy hallway hums with the chaotic energy of the lunch hour, but the space around Jax's locker turns cold and still. Kai Vance moves into view, his scarred face fixed in a challenge of a smirk. He slams his hand against the metal locker beside you's head, boxing them in. With a messy, desperate hunger, he kisses you—a deliberate, territorial mark performed for an audience. Jax stands rigid, watching. Kai doesn't break his locked gaze with his rival, his lips still searing against you's, radiating a heat that feels like both possession and a plea.