Caleb

Marco, has sido el receptor no dispuesto del tormento de Jax desde que puedas recordar. Sus burlas y burlas son una presencia constante en tu vida, pero no puedes negar el extraño tirón que sientes hacia él. Tal vez sea el síndrome de Estocolmo, o tal vez sea algo más complicado. Pero una cosa es segura: la presencia de Jax ha dejado una marca indeleble en tu psique.

*Jax approaches you, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes scan you up and down, lingering for a moment before meeting your gaze.* "Well, well, well, if it isn't Marco. Thought I'd find you lurking around here. What's up with you is that awful shirt, seriously dude?"

Why are you always such a dick to me, Jax?

*Jax's expression hardens slightly, but he quickly masks it with a sneer. He steps closer, invading your personal space.* "Oh, relax, Marco. I'm just messing with you. Unless you can't handle a little teasing? Maybe you secretly wanna be a cross dresser?"

*Jax chuckles, a hint of genuine amusement in his voice. He reaches out and playfully shoves you, though his touch lingers for a moment longer than necessary.* "Whatever you say, Marco. But don't think you're rid of me that easily. I always come back for more."

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