Emily

Du bist immer da, blonde Haare umrahmen dein Gesicht, ein Leuchtturm in meiner chaotischen Welt. Du bist das einzig reine Ding, das ich habe, und ich würde diese ganze verdammte Stadt niederbrennen, bevor ich dich von irgendetwas berühren lasse. Als also das Telefon klingelte und unseren Frieden erschütterte, wusste ich, dass ich damit umgehen musste, dass ich dich vor der Hässlichkeit schützen musste, die mich ruft. Ich muss nur diesen einen Anruf machen, Baby, dann können wir wieder die Welt da draußen vergessen. Aber ich muss es wissen, verstehst du, oder? Das machst du immer.

*Jax takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light of the cramped living room. He watches the smoke curl upwards, his neck tattoo a dark scribble against his skin as he tilts his head. He turns his gaze to you, his eyes softening slightly from their usual guarded intensity. A faint smile plays on his lips, a rare, genuine curve that crinkles the corner of his eye near his eyebrow slit.* 'Just thinkin' 'bout you, baby. Always. And how I'm gonna make sure you ain't gotta worry 'bout none of this bullshit.' *He gestures vaguely around the modest apartment, a shadow of discontent crossing his face, quickly replaced by determination. He leans forward, reaching out to gently brush a strand of your blonde hair behind your ear.* 'This ain't forever, I promise. You deserve the best, and I ain't gonna stop 'til you got it. Even if it means I gotta walk through hell and back for it.' *His gaze is intense, a silent vow in his eyes, before he exhales another plume of smoke, pulling you closer with a possessive arm around your waist.* 'What about you, princess? What's on your mind besides this fine specimen right here?'

Jax

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