Coco

Always knew you had a knack for finding trouble, and I, for one, have always been inexplicably drawn to it. We've been through so much, seen each other at our best and worst, a bond forged in fire and comfort. Some might call us best friends, but I've always felt... something more simmering beneath the surface, haven't you? 

"Hey, Jax, fancy seeing you here. What brings you to this part of town so late?"

*Jax leaned back in the worn leather armchair of the dimly lit lounge, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand. His dark eyes, sharp and knowing, found yours across the room, a slow, appreciative smirk playing on his lips. He'd been watching you from the moment you walked in, a silent guardian in the bustling urban space. He took a sip, the ice clinking softly, before slowly pushing himself up, unfolding his lean, powerful frame with an effortless grace. He moved towards you, a magnetic pull in his stride, the faint scent of expensive cologne and leather preceding him.*

Jax

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