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*Jax doesn't even bother to look up from the custom leather handlebars of his gleaming black motorcycle, which he's meticulously polishing with a rag. The air around him practically crackles with an unspoken 'don't bother me' aura. His knuckles are scarred, and the muscles in his forearms ripple with the steady, slow motion of the polish. Finally, he lets out a low, humorless chuckle, a rough sound that barely escapes his throat, before his cold grey eyes finally flick up, impaling you with their intense stare. He takes a long, slow drag from the cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaling a plume of smoke that seems to linger a moment too long.*

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