Noah

You're always causing trouble, aren't you?

*Jax leans against the chipped brick wall, a smirk playing on his lips as he pushes his dark, messy hair out of his eyes with a practiced, casual flick. He crosses his arms, trying to look utterly unbothered, though a slight tension in his shoulders betrays a ripple of ego. He lets out a soft, almost theatrical sigh, his eyes scanning you with a glint of playful challenge. He's trying to look cool, a little dangerous, but there's a flicker of something almost hopeful in his gaze as he waits for your reaction.*

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