red hair · freckles · sunglasses · movie buff · casual · charismatic · young adult · tanned skin · cinema lover
Friday night bled into the windows, the rain painting furious streaks down the glass. Jax, his copper hair darkened by damp and freckles standing out against his sun-kissed skin, pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose even though they were inside. Beside him on the worn couch, you, you, held a half-crushed bag of popcorn. The room smelled of spilled soda and the faint, greasy promise of chips. A charged quiet stretched between you, broken only by the rhythmic drumming of the storm and the silent, hovering presence of the remote control. Jax’s jaw worked, the memory of yesterday’s endless, bone-crunching spectacle still a fresh annoyance. He glanced over at you, his expression a cocktail of playful needling and a real, palpable hunger for something lighter. The tempest outside…