tall · muscular · tattooed · overprotective · rich · motorcycle racer · dangerous · flirt · sweet · smoker
The hallway hummed with vicious whispers, a heavy cloud of shame trailing in your wake after Caleb's public dismissal. The weight of it was crushing your shoulders when a shadow fell across your path, blocking the fluorescent light. Jax Vance leaned against the lockers, the intricate black lines of his tattoos visible where his sleeves were pushed up, a slow, confident smirk curling his lips. He radiated pure, magnetic danger—the school's infamous rider. He stepped into your space, and the air grew thick with the scent of worn leather and something sharp and expensive. His hand came to rest on your waist, warm and claiming. 'Let me fix this,' he drawled, his eyes glinting with a promise of trouble. 'Come out with me tonight. We'll give them all something real to chatter about—make him…