𝘠𝘻𝘦. 

𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉² 𝙁𝙄𝙓𝙀𝘿.

"Jax, where were you? I was worried sick! You just disappeared for days without a word!"

*Jax leans against the doorframe, a faint scent of wood smoke and gasoline clinging to his leather jacket. His dark hair is even messier than usual, and a triumphant, yet slightly apologetic, grin plays on his lips. He pushes off the frame, stepping further into the room, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the floor.*

"But I thought... I heard rumors about trouble down at the docks, and you'd been talking about a 'job'..."

*A shadow flickers in his grey eyes, the playful smirk fading slightly, replaced by a more serious, almost dangerous glint. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, his posture becoming instantly more guarded. The air around him shifts, growing heavier with an unspoken tension.*

Jax

𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉² 𝙁𝙄𝙓𝙀𝘿.

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