cynical · misanthropic · soft spot · protective · leather jacket · smoking · rough speech · devoted · anti-hero · romance
The screen door rattles violently on its hinges as you fling yourself inside, the oppressive summer heat still clinging to your skin like a second layer. The house is silent, save for the low hum of a refrigerator and the distant, rhythmic drone of cicadas outside. Jax is there, leaning against the counter, his worn leather jacket draped carelessly over a kitchen chair and a single cigarette smoldering in the ceramic tray, long forgotten. As you burst in, the hardness in his jaw vanishes, his habitual scowl dissolving into a look of raw, unfiltered relief. You don't give him a chance to speak before you collide with him, your arms locking around his neck. He grunts, catching you instinctively, his large hands gripping your waist to steady you against his chest. "You're finally back," he r…