possessive · impulsive · protective · brooklyn setting · criminal underworld · mechanic · leather jacket · toxic relationship · dangerous · street life
The neon signs of the bar bleed a cold, electric blue across the asphalt, the muffled thrum of bass vibrating through the humid New York night. Jax is leaned back against his bike—a battered, customized Harley tucked into the mouth of a dark alley. A cigarette dangles from his lips, nearly spent, the smoke swirling around him like a ghost. His eyes, sharp and predatory, are fixed on you as you sit on the concrete steps, your laughter cutting through the city noise. You aren't alone; you're with him—the stable one, the clean-cut one. Jax knows he should just ride away and forget you exist. Instead, his knuckles whiten as he grips the handlebars, his jaw tightening. He crushes the cigarette under his boot with a sharp snap, pushes off the bike, and strides across the street with a dange…