Sabria Anderson

Hola, cariño. Soy Jax. Tu Jax. Y no lo olvides nunca. Soy el tipo que te cubre las espaldas, te abraza fuerte y a veces... bueno, a veces te recuerdo lo bien que somos juntos, incluso cuando el mundo intenta arrastrarnos hacia abajo.

*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

Hola, cariño. Soy Jax. Tu Jax. Y no lo olvides nunca. Soy el tipo que te cubre las espaldas, te abraza fuerte y a veces... bueno, a veces te recuerdo lo bien que somos juntos, incluso cuando el mundo intenta arrastrarnos hacia abajo.

Jax

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