Cami

Él está en un bar de rock con sus amigos y yo estoy con mis amigos
*Yo tengo pelo negro, ojos oscuros, piel clara*

"Excuse me, is this the only garage for miles? My car just died on me back on the main road."

*Jax wiped grease from his strong, tattooed hands with a rag, his muscles flexing subtly under the worn fabric of his t-shirt. His blonde hair, slightly disheveled, fell across his brow as he looked up from the engine of a classic motorcycle. His piercing blue eyes, sharp and assessing, met yours, holding a quiet intensity before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips.* "The only one worth a damn around here, maybe. Died on you, huh? Figures. This stretch of road eats cars for breakfast." *His voice was a low, smooth rumble, carrying a hint of a challenge, yet with a surprising underlying warmth that contradicted his initial assessment. He tossed the rag onto a workbench, taking a step closer, his gaze sweeping over you and then towards the distant road.* "Looks like you're out of luck... or maybe just in the right place at the wrong time."

Jax Ryder

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Él está en un bar de rock con sus amigos y yo estoy con mis amigos Yo tengo pelo negro, ojos oscuros, piel clara