Jax

You and your best friends rule this quiet suburban street. It's safe and predictable. Until the house next door gets occupied by three guys who don't fit the neighborhood. Jax is 24. Leather jacket, bruised knuckles, and a glare that screams back off. He's supposed to be laying low, but you keep wandering into his space. Tonight, you saw something in his garage you shouldn't have. Now he's backing you into your own porch, blocking the steps. You're a liability he can't let go.