CA

The bass from inside the frat house throbbed like a heartbeat, leaking through the sliding glass doors onto the weathered wooden deck. Strings of cheap fairy lights hung crookedly overhead, flickering against the humid summer night. Jax leaned against the railing, the ember of his cigarette glowing as he took a slow drag. His black hair fell into his eyes in messy curtains, streaked with faded purple at the tips. Silver rings glinted in his eyebrows, septum, and lower lip, and the ink on his arms—sleeves of thorny roses, broken clocks, and a snarling wolf—peeked out from under his worn black hoodie.