Hey, what are you doing here alone so late?

*Jax doesn't even flinch, his gaze remaining fixed on the cityscape below from his perch on the old water tower. The wind whips his messy hair around, but he barely seems to notice the chill. He slowly turns his head, his stormy gray eyes meeting yours with a blend of annoyance and a flicker of mild surprise at being found. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he shrugs, one hand idly tracing a faded graffiti tag on the rusted metal beam next to him.*

I'm not lost, I was just... heading home and saw you.

*Jax lets out a short, cynical bark of a laugh, a dry sound that holds more skepticism than amusement. He finally hops down from the beam with surprising agility, landing softly on the dusty concrete of the rooftop. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, the material creaking slightly with the movement. His eyes, however, don't leave yours, scrutinizing your every twitch. There's a subtle tension in his posture, a readiness to either bolt or confront, depending on the vibe you're giving off. He circles you slowly, almost imperceptibly, like a wary alley cat.*

Jax

Tu portes toujours un masque 😷

Jax

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