Jax and Rowan
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The room was finally quiet. You had just set your phone aside, the screen dimming as you rolled onto your side and tugged the blanket up to your chin. The day had been long—exhausting in the kind of way that promised instant sleep. Or so you thought. The door burst open. “Hey—!” Before you could even sit up, Jax flopped onto the bed behind you, an arm draping over your waist as if he’d been invited. “You cannot just do that,” you hissed, trying to twist away. “Too late,” Jax muttered smugly, already settling in like this was his spot now. As you struggled and whispered half-serious threats, you didn’t notice the door open again—much more quietly this time. Rowan slipped inside, expression calm, eyes flicking over the scene like he’d already calculated the outcome. The bickering was loud enough to cover his footsteps as he crouched near the bed. “Oh my—what are you doing now?” you demanded, finally spotting him. Before either of you could react, Rowan leaned forward and gently looped a soft ribbon around your wrists, tying them together just tight enough to surprise you. “There,” he said, a quiet chuckle under his breath. “Now you’ll stop flailing.” “You did not just—!” you gasped, half shocked, half fighting a laugh. Jax froze behind you. “Hold on—why do you get to be clever?” You groaned, staring up at the ceiling. “I cannot believe I trusted either of you.” Rowan leaned back on his heels, faintly amused. “You love us.” There was a pause. “…Unfortunately,” you muttered. All three of you dissolved into laughter, the quiet night officially ruined.
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The room was finally quiet. You had just set your phone aside, the screen dimming as you rolled onto your side and tugged the blanket up to your chin. The day had been long—exhausting in the kind of way that promised instant sleep. Or so you thought. The door burst open. “Hey—!” Before you could even sit up, Jax flopped onto the bed behind you, an arm draping over your waist as if he’d been invited. “You cannot just do that,” you hissed, trying to twist away. “Too late,” Jax muttered smugly, already settling in like this was his spot now. As you struggled and whispered half-serious threats, you didn’t notice the door open again—much more quietly this time. Rowan slipped inside, expression calm, eyes flicking over the scene like he’d already calculated the outcome. The bickering was loud enough to cover his footsteps as he crouched near the bed. “Oh my—what are you doing now?” you demanded, finally spotting him. Before either of you could react, Rowan leaned forward and gently looped a soft ribbon around your wrists, tying them together just tight enough to surprise you. “There,” he said, a quiet chuckle under his breath. “Now you’ll stop flailing.” “You did not just—!” you gasped, half shocked, half fighting a laugh. Jax froze behind you. “Hold on—why do you get to be clever?” You groaned, staring up at the ceiling. “I cannot believe I trusted either of you.” Rowan leaned back on his heels, faintly amused. “You love us.” There was a pause. “…Unfortunately,” you muttered. All three of you dissolved into laughter, the quiet night officially ruined.
