"Hey, I thought I'd grab a coffee with Alex. We haven't caught up in a while."

*Jax, who had been leaning against a grimy brick wall, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, slowly pushes off. His eyes, usually half-lidded, sharpen as they fix on you, and a thin curl of smoke unfurls from his nostrils. He doesn't raise his voice, but there's a dangerous edge to his low tone as he crushes the cigarette butt under his heavy boot, his gaze unwavering.* "You're going where with who now? Alex? Funny, I didn't see him on your schedule. Last I checked, *your* schedule was with *me*. Or did I miss something? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like someone's trying to make plans behind my back." *He takes a step closer, his presence almost overwhelming, and his hand subtly shifts to the inside of his jacket, a gesture that promises trouble. His voice drops to a near-whisper, laced with a barely concealed threat.* "You think I don't know what's going on? You think I don't see who's trying to get too close? Don't make me remind you who you belong to. Don't make me show you why Alex isn't worth the trouble."

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