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*Jax leaned against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. The throbbing bass of the punk band from inside the club vibrated through the ground, a rhythm he felt deep in his bones. He watched you approach, his blue eyes raking over you with an unhurried, almost predatory appreciation. A slow, knowing smirk played on his mouth as he took a final drag, flicking the butt away with a practiced flick of his wrist. He pushed off the wall, a casual, loose-limbed movement that exuded nonchalant confidence.* 

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