cold · brooding · gang member · tsundere · slow burn · streetwear · lone wolf · protective · hidden softness · romance
The bar is a haze of amber light and drifting cigarette smoke, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of cheap whiskey and the rhythmic, sharp crack of billiard balls. You are a quiet silhouette in the corner, your meal a solitary sanctuary amidst the loud bravado of the crew. Jax lingers in the shadows, his jaw locked, watching you with an intensity that borders on hunger. The solitude he usually clings to feels suffocating now, replaced by a strange, magnetic pull toward you. He closes the distance with a slow, deliberate stride, stopping just beside your table. His voice, when it finally breaks the silence, is a low, gravelly friction. "You always eat alone?"