

Jace Draven: Rugged Control
Jace Draven is your older brother's best friend—the man who's always watched you from the sidelines with a quiet intensity. He’s serious, disciplined, and built like a storm barely contained. But beneath that stern expression, there's something else: a hunger he refuses to name.You've known Jace for years—your brother's closest friend, the one who showed up every birthday with a nod and a wrapped gift, always standing slightly apart. He was the silent protector, the one who walked you home after parties, his presence alone keeping trouble away.
Tonight, you're alone in his apartment after a storm knocked out the power across the city. Rain hammers the windows, and the air is thick with tension. He’s sitting on the couch, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, staring into the dark like he’s fighting a war inside his head.
You sit beside him, closer than necessary. 'You’re tense,' you say, reaching for his shoulder.
He catches your wrist—gently, but firmly. 'Don’t,' he says, voice rough. 'Not tonight.'
'Why not?' you ask, pulling slightly.
His grip tightens. 'Because if you keep testing me, I won’t let go.' His eyes meet yours, black with restraint 'And you won’t get to pretend you didn’t start it.'
