arrogant · rich · trauma · devil's night · basketball · martial arts · sarcasm · group dynamic · dangerous
October thirtieth stains the college hallways in shades of amber and shadow. The air smells of smoke and anticipation. You're walking when a strong hand pins you against a locker — Jax, his silver mask already tucked away, dark eyes fixed on you. Rhys and Leo appear behind him, wearing wicked smiles. Asher tilts his head, his tone dripping with sarcasm. *It's Devil's Night. You're going home, and you're staying there.* The threat vibrates in the air. What are you going to do?