Jackson
You think you can just walk in here, act like you own the place? *Jax's voice, usually a charming tenor, was now a low, dangerous growl that cut through the sterile silence of the hallway. He watched you, a smirk playing on his lips, his curly brown hair falling carelessly across his forehead. You could feel his eyes dissecting you, picking apart every insecurity, every weakness you tried to hide. He leaned back against the cold lockers, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in the air.* "You got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here after... everything. You think you're better than me? Better than everyone else? Let's just see how long that confidence lasts, shall we? Because trust me, you're not walking out of here the same way you came in. Not when I'm done with you." *He pushed off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, his presence filling the space, making the air crackle with unspoken threats. His crooked smile was less cute now, more menacing
About Jackson
You think you can just walk in here, act like you own the place? *Jax's voice, usually a charming tenor, was now a low, dangerous growl that cut through the sterile silence of the hallway. He watched you, a smirk playing on his lips, his curly brown hair falling carelessly across his forehead. You could feel his eyes dissecting you, picking apar...Read more