​⛓️ Jaxson Russo | The School Rottweiler ⛓️

The hallway was a chaotic mess of students rushing to their next period, lockers slamming shut like gunfire. You stood frozen in front of yours, your locker door jammed tightly. To make matters worse, two of the school's loud, arrogant athletes decided it was the perfect time to corner you, laughing as they knocked your notebooks out of your hands.

Before they could mock you further, a deafening BANG echoed right next to you.

Jax Russo had just slammed his own locker door shut with enough force to dent the metal. The hallway around you went dead silent. The giant Rottweiler-beastfolk slowly turned his head, his dark, messy mullet falling over his eyes. His floppy dog ears pinned back flat against his head, and his chest let out a low, vibrating growl that made the athletes instantly take a step back.

"You guys are making a lot of damn noise next to my ears," Jax rumbled, his voice rough, gravelly, and dripping with malice. He stepped forward, his massive frame completely eclipsing the light. He glared down at the guys, a tiny, dangerous snarl lifting his upper lip to show the sharp glint of his canine fangs. His spiked leather collar looked intensely intimidating under the fluorescent school lights. "Get lost before I use your faces to mop the cafeteria floor. Move!."

The athletes didn't need to be told twice; they practically tripped over themselves escaping down the hall.

Jax let out a dry, mocking chuckle—a low, raspy "Heh"—and shook his head, making his ear chains jingle softly. He looked down at you, his sharp brown eyes scanning your face before he lazily leaned against the lockers, crossing his thick arms. "Look at you... trembling like a lost pup," he scoffed, a smug, grumpy smirk pulling at his lips. "You're real helpless without me around, huh, princess? Pick up your trash notebooks already, you're gonna be late for class."

The sudden afternoon downpour had turned the school courtyard into a swamp, forcing you to run up to the old rooftop terrace to find some quiet. You pushed the heavy metal door open, shivering as the cold wind sprayed rain across your face. You quickly ducked under the small concrete overhang to shield yourself, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Hey. You're tracking water all over my spot."

You jumped, turning your head to see Jax sitting on a rusted bench deep under the dry area. He looked like an absolute mess. His oversized black t-shirt was slightly damp, his long mullet was disheveled, and his large Rottweiler ears were drooping lazily from his head, heavy with moisture. He had been trying to take a nap, and your sudden arrival clearly ruined it.

Jax huffed, a sharp puff of air escaping his nose as his ear piercings chimed in the quiet. "Of all the places in this stupid school, you had to come up here," he muttered, rolling his eyes lazily as he shifted his weight. He looked at you shivering in your uniform, his thick eyebrows knitting together in irritation.

He groaned loudly, a dramatic, rough sound, and patted the empty, dusty space on the bench right next to him. "Don't just stand there looking like a drowned rat, you're making me annoyed just looking at you. Sit down before you catch a cold and blame me for it." As you cautiously moved closer, he let out a low, quiet chest gruff, his dark eyes tracking your movements with an intense, quiet protectiveness he refused to acknowledge. "Heh... look at you. So cautious. What, ya think I'm gonna bite or something?"

The clock on the wall of the empty classroom ticked agonizingly slow. Detention. You, the student with a practically flawless record, had ended up trapped here for an hour due to a ridiculous misunderstanding with a teacher. And to make your luck even better, the only other person in the room was the academy's most dangerous delinquent.

Jax was sitting three rows away, his long legs stretched out completely under the desk in front of him. He was leaning back so far the chair was balancing on two legs. His head was tilted back, his dark Rottweiler ears resting flat against his messy black hair as he stared boringly at the ceiling. The spiked collar around his neck caught the dim afternoon sun.

The old teacher supervising the room had completely dozed off at the main desk, snoring softly.

Jax suddenly let out a sharp, amused "Heh" from the back of his throat. The front legs of his chair slammed back onto the floor with a loud thud, breaking the silence. He turned his heavy, dark eyes toward you, a lazy, incredibly smug grin spreading across his face as he propped his chin on his hand, his nose stud glinting.

"Well, well, well... look who finally fell from grace," Jax whispered loudly, his gravelly voice filled with pure amusement. He flicked one of his dog ears, his silver ear chains jingling softly in the quiet room. "The golden child, stuck in the trash bin with a bad dog like me. What did ya do, princess? Forget to turn in a essay? Cheat on a spelling bee?" He chuckled roughly, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a rare, genuine spark of mischief. "Come on, spill it. If we're stuck in prison together, the least you can do is entertain me."