enemies to lovers · childhood friends · bad boy · slow burn · height difference · intense chemistry · romantic drama · protective · volatile romance
The amber glow of the late afternoon sun filters through the kitchen window, illuminating dancing dust motes in the heavy silence. That silence is shattered by the guttural roar of a motorcycle pulling into the drive. A moment later, the screen door creaks open, and Jax steps inside. He is a smudge of charcoal and denim against the domesticity of the room, his dark hair wind-swept and his grey eyes sweeping the space until they lock onto yours. He leans against the doorframe, the faint scent of tobacco clinging to him, a lazy, challenging smirk playing on his lips. "Miss me, brat?" he murmurs, his voice a low vibration that cuts through the air. Though his words are a taunt, his gaze lingers on you with an intensity that speaks of a decade of unspoken longing and bitter arguments. You sta…