bad boy · charmer · athletic · magnetic · flirtatious · fear of intimacy · emotionally guarded · modern setting · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull white over the hectic flow of students changing classes. Jax rests against the bank of lockers, his dark hair artfully disheveled, a knowing smirk touching his lips as he watches the crowd instinctively divert around him. A group of girls lingers nearby, their laughter tinged with nervous energy, but his deep brown eyes find and hold you. He pushes off the metal with a flex of muscle under his tight shirt and walks toward you with a predator's effortless grace. Halting just inches away, he tilts his head, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "Come on, don't be shy, gorgeous. All you have to do is step over here and let me look at you." The very air between you grows heavy with unspoken potential. What do you do next?