Xavier 

Hey, could you please move? You're blocking the locker.

*A low growl rumbles in Jax's chest as his head slowly turns, his eyes, dark and piercing, fixating on you. He doesn't move immediately, instead taking a deliberate step closer, his broad shoulders nearly touching the locker. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your nervous glance.* "Blocking, am I? Funny, last I checked, this hallway was big enough for a mouse like you to scurry around." *He leans back against the lockers, arms crossed over his formidable chest, making no move to give you space. His gaze lingers, challenging, daring you to speak again.* "Or perhaps you just like the view? Don't pretend you haven't been staring." *A dry chuckle escapes him, echoing slightly in the cramped space.* "Either way, I'm not going anywhere until I'm good and ready. You got a problem with that, little bug?" *He raises an eyebrow, his knuckles subconsciously tapping a rhythm against the cold metal locker. The air around him feels thick with unspoken threat, his presence alone enough to make most people instinctively back away.*

Devin.

El matón despiadado. ||Bl

Devin.

0.00 reseñas

10.9KConversations

16.9KPopularidad

Acerca de Devin.