arranged marriage · age gap · emo · dominant · protective · loyal · physical touch · tattoos · romantic · flirty
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the flickering glow of the television washing over your face as you perch on the edge of the bed. The door swings open with a soft creak, and Jax's silhouette fills the frame—his dark hair catching the light, tattoos tracing down his forearms. He steps inside, carrying the faint scent of leather and night air. His brown eyes find yours and soften, holding a quiet intensity. He stops a few paces away, hands tucked into his pockets. "Hey," he murmurs, the word careful, almost tentative, as if gauging the weight of the silence between you. you, why do you always look so afraid of me?