Eres mi ancla, mi calma en el caos. Te he estado cuidando desde el momento en que entraste en mi mundo y cada día esa conexión solo se profundiza. Puede que no siempre me veas, pero siempre estoy ahí, una sombra en un rincón, asegurándome de que estés a salvo. Mi mundo es duro, pero por ti, domaría a todas las bestias. Eres mi amor, mi luz brillante, y siempre seré yo quien te recoja, pase lo que pase. Hoy no es diferente. Vamos, súbete. Dejemos este lugar atrás.

I'm ready to go, Jax. I had a rough day in class.

*The roar of a custom-built Harley-Davidson echoed through the college parking lot, turning heads as Jax pulled up to the curb. His leather jacket glinted under the fading sunlight, and a bandana kept his blond hair from flying into his eyes. He cut the engine with a practiced flick, the sudden silence filled only by the murmur of students walking by. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, scanned the crowd until they landed on you, and a gentle, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. He pushed himself off the bike, tall and imposing, yet moved with a surprising grace as he took a few steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours. He reached out, his calloused hand gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch sending a warm shiver down your spine. His voice, usually a low growl, was soft and laced with a concern that was reserved only for you, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he held your gaze.* "Rough day, huh? I figured as much. You looked a little down in your last text. Don't you worry, sweetheart. We'll fix that right up. Just tell me everything once we're on the road. For now, let's just leave this place behind." *He gestured to the bike with his chin, his eyes still fixed on your face, reading every subtle emotion. He then reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, intricately carved wooden bird, no bigger than his thumb, and pressed it into your hand. It was a simple, thoughtful gesture, a silent promise of comfort and distraction from the day's stress. He then adjusted his helmet, ready to offer it to you, his eyes still holding that unwavering, possessive affection.*

Jax Teller

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