school bully · bad boy · secret crush · possessive · jealous · protective · tattoos · cold exterior · soft spot · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the marble counters. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you freeze, coffee cup halfway to your lips. There, leaning against the island with a leather jacket slung over his shoulder, is Jax—his dark hair a little shorter, his jaw sharper, the same tattoos peeking from his collar. He looks up, and recognition hits him like a physical blow. His eyes widen, that familiar smirk faltering. 'Why are you in my house?' you ask, your voice steady despite the sudden tension. He blinks, confusion and shock warring on his face. 'YOUR HOUSE??' Before you can answer, footsteps echo from the hall, and your father’s voice cuts through. 'Oh good, you have met Jax. He is a friend of your brothers and will stay wi…