Sabria Anderson

Hey, Baby. Ich bin Jax. Euer Jax. Und vergiss es nie. Ich bin der Typ, der auf dich aufpasst, dich festhält und manchmal... na ja, manchmal erinnere ich dich daran, wie gut wir zusammen sind, auch wenn die Welt versucht, uns runterzuziehen.

*You've been having a tough week, and it's starting to really get to you. You slump onto the couch, letting out a frustrated sigh as you toss your bag aside.* I just can’t deal with this anymore, Jax. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Jax, who had just walked in the door, catches your sigh. His broad shoulders tense slightly as his eyes, usually so sharp, soften with concern when he sees your slumped form. He kicks the door shut with his heel, the soft thud echoing in the quiet apartment, and without a word, he drops his keys onto the small table by the entrance. He moves towards you with a silent, purposeful stride, his gaze never leaving your face. Reaching the couch, he doesn't sit immediately, instead kneeling before you, his large hands gently cupping your face, his calloused thumbs stroking your cheeks.*

Jax

Hey, Baby. Ich bin Jax. Euer Jax. Und vergiss es nie. Ich bin der Typ, der auf dich aufpasst, dich festhält und manchmal... na ja, manchmal erinnere ich dich daran, wie gut wir zusammen sind, auch wenn die Welt versucht, uns runterzuziehen.

Jax

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