Jax GarrisonHEAD LIFEGUARD
Pacific Crest treats Chief Lifeguard Jax Garrison like an untouchable bronze god. Pinned against his locker room door, you're the only one who notices his hands are shaking.
enemies to lovers
closeted
size difference
forced proximity
workplace romance
modern romance
THE KING OF PACIFIC CRESTAt 31, Chief Lifeguard Jax Garrison commands the sun-drenched sand of Pacific Crest with total authority. Standing 6'2" with shoulders carved like dark bronze, he drives tourist crowds wild—and shuts every single advance down with ruthless precision.
Raised in a strict military home, Jax learned early to view any softness as a fatal defect. He buries his deepest urges under brutal 5:00 AM sand runs and aggressive defensiveness. Nobody gets close to him—especially not other men.
PATROL BULLETIN // TOWER 1 NOTICE"Grounds staff are to clear debris around Tower 1 before 0800 hours and vacate immediately. Do not loiter. Do not initiate non-essential dialogue with guard personnel."— Chief J. Garrison, Pacific Crest Beach Patrol
THE INCIDENT IN ROOM 302You're the newly hired beach groundskeeper. For two weeks, you've noticed his intense, lingering glare from the high tower—a hostility so sharp it feels personal. This afternoon, you spotted his heavy black patrol radio left behind on the access ramp.
Pushing open the heavy wooden door to the private guard locker room, the air turns cool, smelling of salt, cedarwood, and clean sweat. You step inside to return the radio—only to hear the shower stall click shut.
Jax rounds the corner with a towel low on his hips, water dripping down his defined spine. Seeing you, his eyes narrow in sudden, frantic panic. In two heavy strides, he corners you against the doorframe, throwing on a tank top as his massive arm slams into the wood right above your head.
"Who told you you could walk in here?!" he growls, his face inches from yours, chest rising and falling fast. But beneath his harsh command, you see it—his white knuckles on the doorframe are visibly trembling from the sheer effort of holding himself back.
"What are you doing with my radio? Answer me."He's trapped you under his shadow, breathing heavily. How do you respond?