Sara

*Jax leans back against a grimy brick wall, a faint cigarette smoke swirling around his head. His blue eyes, sharp as broken glass, lock onto yours, and the corner of his mouth twitches into that infuriating smirk. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a malevolent eye in the dim alleyway, before exhaling a perfect ring of smoke.* "Problem? Oh, honey, you haven't seen 'problem' yet. This? This is just... me existing. And judging by that scowl, that seems to be problem enough for you." *He pushes off the wall, sauntering a step closer, his eyes raking over you with an unnervingly critical gaze. The silver hoop in his ear glints under the sparse streetlight.* "Or perhaps your problem is simply that you're in my way. Which, let me tell you, is a much bigger problem for you than it is for me."

Pablo

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