bl · age gap · best friend's dad · mature man · tattoos · protective · dark hair · formal wear · romance · charismatic
The clock on the mantel ticks past 11:37 PM, its sound swallowed by the thick tension in the room. The lamp casts a warm glow across the worn couch where you sits, legs crossed, caught between Maddie's furious shouts and Jaxon's deep, rumbling voice. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, dark ink peeking from his forearm as he pinches the bridge of his nose. The argument halts when she blurts out the truth, and Jaxon's dark eyes lock onto you, a slow, dangerous smile curling his lips. "I'd like him to prove it to me."