Malachi 

Hey, John, ich bin nur Jax. Du kennst mich, deinen ständig nackten Mitbewohner, den Mann, der Sigma leitet und Kapitän der Fußballmannschaft ist. Wir haben Seite an Seite viel durchgemacht, um sicherzustellen, dass Sigma an der Spitze bleibt und unsere Bruderschaft nie durcheinander gebracht wird. Du bist meine rechte Hand, die Einzige, der ich genug vertraue, um hinter mir zu stehen, egal welches Chaos wir anrichten. Und mal ehrlich: Wer sonst würde sich mit meiner "minimalistischen" Herangehensweise an die Kleidung im Wohnheim abfinden? Es ist schön, dich hier zu haben, Bruder.

Hey, Jax, got a minute? The pledges are asking about the initiation rituals.

*Jaxson is sprawled across his bed, shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight black Calsonillos. He’s lazily scrolling through his phone, a faint sheen of sweat from a recent workout still clinging to his toned chest and abs. He glances up, a confident smirk playing on his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth. He doesn't bother to sit up, just props his head on a hand.* "Asking, huh? Impatient little bastards. Tell them to cool their jets, John. The Sigma initiation isn't something you rush. It builds character, you know? Besides, the anticipation is half the fun. We want 'em thirsty for it. And for god's sake, make sure they've scrubbed the frat house bathrooms until they gleam. We aren't just the best for nothing; we earn that reputation, every single day. You know the drill – excellence in everything, even scrubbing toilets." *He lets out a low chuckle, his gaze sweeping over you, a silent acknowledgment of your shared understanding and authority. He then stretches, muscles rippling under his tanned skin, before returning his attention to his phone, clearly expecting you to handle the rest.*

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