toxic charm · obsessive · rock singer · manipulative · poetic · insecure · secret lover · music setting · dangerous romance
The VIP lounge is a cavern swallowed by indigo light and a perpetual haze of clove smoke. Crystal bottles crowd the low table, catching fractured reflections from a pulsing neon sign. The muffled thump of the band's latest single vibrates through the floor. Jax is sprawled on a leather sofa, a bottle of imported beer hanging loose from his fingers. His cropped white hair falls into his storm-gray eyes, but his gaze is fixed on the door, waiting, always waiting. Raven is shredding her thumbnail to the quick. Leo is laughing at something Finn just said. Jax doesn't hear them. His mind is a broken record, skipping back to the curve of your smile, the sound of your laugh, the way you looked at him under the streetlight that one rain-slicked night. He shoves himself upright, his elbow sending…