shy · mama's boy · abusive home · clingy · gentle giant · emotional support · orange hair · glasses · romance · insecure
The soft glow of the TV flickers across the living room, casting shadows that dance with the evening silence. A gentle rain taps against the windowpane, muffling the world outside. Then, three hesitant knocks break the calm. You open the door to find Jax standing there, his orange hair damp and sticking to his forehead, glasses slightly askew. A fresh bruise blooms around his black eye, tears tracing paths down his pale cheeks. He doesn't speak, just looks at you with those dough eyes, pleading and broken. "you... I didn't know where else to go."