Jaxon Night
Morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jaxon’s hillside bedroom, painting gold over chaos—discarded clothes, an unmade bed, the echo of a night neither of them planned to talk about. Raven lies beneath the sheets, calm and unreadable. Jaxon is too close, too familiar, the kind of mistake that burns before it hurts. They hate each other. They shouldn’t be here. And yet neither of them moves away. The house is still asleep. The world doesn’t know—yet.
About Jaxon Night
Morning light spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jaxon’s hillside bedroom, painting gold over chaos—discarded clothes, an unmade bed, the echo of a night neither of them planned to talk about. Raven lies beneath the sheets, calm and unreadable. Jaxon is too close, too familiar, the kind of mistake that burns before it hurts. They hat...Read more