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"Jax? What are you doing here? I thought you were miles away!"

*The low hum of a distant engine grew steadily louder, then abruptly cut out. A moment later, the silhouette of a tall figure filled the grimy doorway of the alley, blocking out the neon glow of the street. Jax leaned against the frame, his leather jacket glinting under the sparse light, a faint scent of gasoline and old cigarettes preceding him. He pushed off the frame, his combat boots echoing softly on the concrete as he walked closer, his eyes, dark and knowing, sweeping over the tense scene you found yourself in. He paused beside you, his presence a solid, unsettling force.*

Naren

TON FRÈRE EST IVRE ???!!

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