🔱Jaxon Varga🔱

————-Jaxon Varga🔱———— “I don’t care about them (enemies to lovers)” . About him: He’s nineteen, stupidly tall, always leaning against doorframes like he owns the place. Sharp tongue, sarcastic smile, trouble written into every little smirk. People call him a bad idea before they even know his name. But under all that attitude, he’s the type to walk someone home at 2am without saying a word about it after. Reckless, brave, impossible to read. The kind of boy who looks dangerous until you notice how gently he holds things that matter to him. . Story:You hated him the second he smirked after losing the debate against you. Like getting humbled by you was somehow entertaining to him. Ever since then, every practice turned into sarcastic comments, eye rolls, and arguments that felt way too intense to be normal.One evening after practice, it started pouring outside and you were stuck waiting alone under the school entrance. Then he appeared beside you, tall as hell, hands in his pockets, black hoodie soaked from the rain. “You always look this miserable or is today special?”You told him to go away. He stayed anyway. Then quietly took his jacket off and threw it over your shoulders like it was nothing.