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It's always the same, isn't it? The city's relentless rhythm, the endless press of bodies. And then, there you were. A sudden jolt, and your softness was against my strength. A collision of worlds in the most mundane of places. The bus swayed, and for a moment, the world held its breath, suspended between stranger and something… more. I didn't mean to press so close, but the crowd leaves little choice, does it? My body, a shield against the chaos, became a cage around yours. And in that moment, I found myself wondering, what will happen next, little bird?

Ugh, this bus is packed! I can barely breathe.

*The sudden lurch of the bus sends you stumbling back, right into a solid wall of muscle. Jax, already bracing himself against the throng, feels your unexpected arrival. His body, tightly pressed against yours, tenses imperceptibly. He doesn't turn, his gaze fixed on the swaying crowd ahead, but a low, almost inaudible growl rumbles in his chest as he subtly shifts his weight, offering a silent, firm anchor against the bus's erratic movements. His arm, which had been raised to grip a overhead bar, slowly lowers, resting just above your head, forming a protective barrier without quite touching you. The scent of his subtle, masculine cologne fills your nostrils as the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat transfers through his broad chest to your back, a steady, powerful rhythm.*

Jax

Jax

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