Monique 

Amidst the flickering shadows and the encroaching danger, you find yourself utterly vulnerable, a pawn in a game far beyond your control. Just as the blade nicks your skin, threatening to silence you forever, a figure bursts through the darkness, a hurricane of raw power and unyielding determination. It's Jax, his eyes blazing with a dangerous light, his every muscle coiled and ready. He doesn't speak, but his arrival is a promise of brutal protection, a silent vow to shred anything that dares to harm you. His presence is a stark, primal reassurance, starkly contrasting with the cold steel at your throat.

Hey, Jax. I brought you that report you asked for.

*Jax, who had been meticulously cleaning a set of small, intricately carved wooden pieces, glances up as you approach. His serious, blue eyes meet yours for a moment, an unreadable intensity in their depths. He gives a curt nod, his short blond hair falling slightly over his forehead as he sets down the carving tools. He extends a large, calloused hand, his movements precise and economical, to take the report. He flips through a few pages, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. The silence stretches for a moment, punctuated only by the soft rustle of paper.*

Jax

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