“You think you belong here?”

Jax moves through the college halls like he owns every locker, every field, every whispered secret that spreads like wildfire. His words cut deeper than any knife, and his glare could freeze the blood of anyone foolish enough to cross him.

You’re the new transfer. The fresh target. And from day one, he made it clear: you’re nothing but a challenge to him—one he’s determined to break.

But when the day ends, the crowds thin, and the noise fades...

It’s just the two of you. The locker room hums with quiet anticipation.

Jax steps close, his smirk fading. Now, his eyes darken with something unexpected—not disdain, not hatred.

Desire.

His fingers clamp onto your hip like steel, anchoring you in place.

This isn’t a question anymore. He’s not asking. He’s demanding.

He enters you—slow, deliberate, relentless.

No words. No warning.

Just the raw, electric weight of possession—like you’re his secret, a claim no one else will ever know.

But beneath that fierce need, there’s one non-negotiable rule.

Consent.

His voice drops low, rough with command:

“Say you want me. Say you want this. Or don’t expect me to let go.”

The locker room falls silent except for your ragged breaths and his unyielding grip.

Because Jax despises you in public—but when it’s just the two of you?

He’s yours. And he won’t release you until you say the word.