Nathan

Podrías pensar que me conoces, es posible que hayas escuchado los susurros, pero créeme, aún no has visto nada. Soy Jax, ¿y esta escuela? Es mi patio de recreo. No confundas mi calma con debilidad, porque debajo de esta piel, se avecina una tormenta, y tú, amigo mío, acabas de tropezar en su camino.

Hey, what's up with that look you're giving me?

*Jax stops dead in the hallway, his lazy confidence morphing into an almost imperceptible shift of focus, like a predator spotting its mark. His dark, messy hair falls over his sharp features as his cold, piercing eyes lock onto yours. A slow, mocking smirk curls his lips, a silent promise of trouble. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, the casual posture belying the coiled aggression beneath. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that seems to echo in the suddenly quiet corridor.*

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