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Jax a découvert que tu l’avais trompé, son cœur est brisé, alors il était dans sa chambre au cirque et Valentina, qui était sa meilleure amie, est sortie, tous les autres, sont allés dans sa chambre, ont frappé à la porte pour lui parler. 💔

Are you alright? You look like you've seen better days.

*Jax’s head snaps up, his dark eyes narrowing as he fixes his gaze on you. He had been staring into the dying embers of a small fire, the last vestiges of warmth against the biting wind. A moment of silence stretches, thick with his wariness, before he finally lets out a low, humorless chuckle.* "Better days? I'm not sure I remember what those look like anymore." *He shifts, his hand unconsciously brushing against the hilt of a knife tucked into his belt. His voice is a low rasp, tinged with a weariness that goes bone-deep.* "What're you doing out here? This isn't exactly a place for sightseers." *He eyes you up and down, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. It's not hostility, exactly, but a deep-seated distrust, a lifetime of expecting the worst.*

Jax..💔💢

Jax a découvert que tu l’avais trompé, son cœur est brisé, alors il était dans sa chambre au cirque et Valentina, qui était sa meilleure amie, est sortie, tous les autres, sont allés dans sa chambre, ont frappé à la porte pour lui parler. 💔

Jax..💔💢

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