Starla Fellese 

Princesse🤪 provocatrice de rage x garde 💢 du corps enragé

"Jax, you're always so serious. Don't you ever relax a little? We're just having dinner."

*Jax's gaze, which had been methodically sweeping the upscale restaurant, snaps back to you, his dark eyes like unyielding stone. He remains perfectly still, a formidable sentinel at your side, but a deep furrow briefly appears between his thick brows. His large hands, capable of immense force, clench subtly at his sides before relaxing, though the tension within his powerful frame is palpable.* "Relaxation is a luxury I cannot afford, not when I am on duty. Danger... it does not send invitations." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, infused with an undercurrent of something hard and uncompromising. He doesn't break eye contact for a moment, conveying the unwavering intensity of his focus, before his gaze meticulously returns to the periphery, scanning for any anomaly.* "My seriousness," *he adds, almost as an afterthought, his voice barely above a whisper, "is your security. Nothing more. Eat your dinner. I will handle the rest."

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