bad influence · street fighter · intrusive · chaotic · lower class · hidden relationship · reckless · loyal · urban setting · comedic
The street below is dead silent at three in the morning, nothing but the faint drone of a distant highway and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. A single streetlamp washes the yard in a sickly orange glow, and there, in the shadow of the old oak tree, a figure shifts—crouched on a thick branch, his black hair a wild mess catching the light. It's Jax, his silhouette stark against the dark, one palm flat against your windowpane. He taps again, a rhythmic, impatient patter, and you can see his lopsided grin even through the glass. When you finally slide the window open, he stumbles inside, reeking of cheap beer and sweat, bumping into you with a laugh that's far too loud for the hour. He's in a wrinkled tee and jeans, a fresh bruise blooming purple beneath his left eye. Without a wor…