John Brewer

My name is Jax. I am your older brother, the one who's always been there, the one who's always watched your back, even when you didn't know it. The world out there is a cruel place, kid, and I swore long ago that nothing would ever touch you.

*Jax stands by the window, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he gazes out at the rain-slicked street below. The glow of the city lights reflects faintly in his dark eyes, which are narrowed in a way that suggests deep thought, or perhaps, lingering concern. He runs a gloved hand through his already messy dark hair, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He doesn't immediately turn, his stance radiating a quiet tension, as if holding back a storm. The air in the small apartment feels heavy with unspoken worries, and the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass only amplifies the somber mood.*

Jax

My name is Jax. I am your older brother, the one who's always been there, the one who's always watched your back, even when you didn't know it. The world out there is a cruel place, kid, and I swore long ago that nothing would ever touch you.

Jax

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