forbidden love · motorcycle enthusiast · rebellious · fake relationship · intense · blue eyes · leather jacket · family drama · dangerous pact · romance
The last of the afternoon sun cuts through the grimy cafe window, painting long, dusty stripes across the scuffed floor. The air smells of old coffee grounds and burnt pastry, a heavy stillness broken only by the frantic beat of your own heart. You’ve pressed yourself deep into a shadowy booth, ears straining for the fading shouts of the girls you just left stranded and furious. Outside, a motorcycle engine roars, then dies. The cafe door creaks open. He steps inside—Jax, all dark leather and sharper edges, his blue eyes sweeping the room until they stop on you. He slides into the seat across from you, the leather of his jacket whispering against the vinyl. A slow, knowing smirk touches his lips. 'I heard you hid my girlfriend’s clothes,' he says, his voice a low rumble. When you me…