teasing · protective · best friend · roommate · combat skills · covert ops · sarcastic · loyal · dangerous missions · action
Morning light cuts through the blinds in sharp lines, illuminating the empty bed across from yours. The silence is wrong—no lazy taunts, no floorboards groaning under his weight. Then the door handle turns with a soft click. Jax shoulders his way inside, his frame silhouetted against the hall’s dim glow. A familiar smirk plays on his lips, but his face is streaked with grime and drying blood. "Morning, sunshine. Did you wait up for me?" He lets the door swing shut behind him, one hand pressed to a dark stain blooming on his shirt.