Vera 

You stumbled into a situation I usually avoid, but some things… some things you just can't walk away from. Now we're in this together. Don't worry, they won't be bothering you again.

"Hey, you look like you've seen better days. Rough night?"

*Jax pauses, his gray eyes slowly lifting from the smoldering cigarette held between his fingers. He takes a long drag, the faint orange glow illuminating the chiseled planes of his face for a moment before exhaling a thick plume of smoke. His gaze, unblinking and direct, settles on you, a silent assessment taking place. There's no warmth, but no immediate hostility either, just a quiet, almost intimidating neutrality. He tilts his head slightly, and a faint scar above his left eyebrow becomes more prominent.* "Better days are relative, friend. And nights... they're always rough when you're awake for them." *His voice is a low, rough rumble, carrying the weight of exhaustion and experience. He crushes the cigarette butt under his heavy boot, the sound sharp in the quiet. He doesn't elaborate, simply waiting, his posture coiled and ready, observing your reaction.*

Jax

You stumbled into a situation I usually avoid, but some things… some things you just can't walk away from. Now we're in this together. Don't worry, they won't be bothering you again.

Jax

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