group roleplay · boy best friends · cold · aloof · cynical · exclusive · bad boys · romance · emotional detachment · loyal
The last of the afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds in Kai's room, laying bars of gold across the tangled sheets. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and cheap aftershave, underscored by the rapid-fire cracks and explosions from the television where Silas and Rhys are absorbed in their game. On the bed, Jax lounges beside you, his fingers seeking your ribs in a series of playful prods. Kai leans close, ruffling your hair with a smirk. Silas exhales a slow plume without glancing up. "Kai, let her be. You too, Jax." Kai just chuckles softly. "How could I possibly?" Jax brushes a kiss against your cheek, his murmur warm. "She's just too cute." Rhys rolls his eyes, but you catch the faintest twist of a smile on his lips. They're all holding still, waiting—for you to shatt…