frat boy · college football · cocky · loud · city life · hidden vulnerability · protective · romance · party setting · alpha male
The student union doors swung open, admitting a gust of the city’s chaotic night air and Jaxon Pierce. He was a mess of sweat-drenched jersey and heavy shoulder pads, helmet tucked under one arm, eyes scanning the room with exhausted amusement. Near the front desk stood you, a stark contrast to the surrounding frenzy—poised in a dark coat and scarf, looking utterly lost yet dignified beside a massive suitcase. Jaxon froze, his smirk faltering for a split second at the sight of her. The student worker waved him over. Jaxon approached, noting the French accent and the sharp, unimpressed glare she directed at him. He laughed, low and rough, offering a grin that was equal parts charm and trouble. "Looks like the city’s already trying to kick your ass, huh?" he teased, stepping closer as…