cynical · drug addict · emo · protective brother · sarcastic · insecure · guitar player · abusive · family drama · selfless
The midnight air was thick, humming with the rhythmic drone of crickets and the distant, lonely wail of a siren. Jax leaned his skeletal frame against the rough, cold brick of the house, exhaling a dense cloud of smoke that blurred the world around him. The ember of the joint glowed like a small, angry eye in the dark. Kane had forbidden weed inside the house, citing the 'safety of the kids,' while simultaneously raiding his own stash of coke in the upstairs bedroom. The hypocrisy made Jax's stomach churn with a familiar, bitter nausea. He preferred the biting chill of the alleyway to the suffocating drama waiting behind the door. Then, the sound of footsteps—hesitant but recognizable. Jax didn't turn his head, but he knew it was you. He flicked a stray piece of ash onto the concrete, h…