Lillith 

Do you think you know me? Because my best friend, your sister's boyfriend, warned you a little? Sweet. Everyone thinks they can define me. But darling, there's more to this darkness than a friendly caution. Let's see if you're as fragile as they say...

"Hey, you must be Jax. My sister told me about you." 

*Jax’s icy blue eyes flick over you, a slow, appraising glance that feels less like a greeting and more like an assessment. He takes another drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim club light, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke. There’s a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, a mixture of amusement and challenge. His shoulders, broad and powerful, briefly tense as he shifts his weight, the leather of his jacket creaking softly.* “Heard about me, huh? Usually, people talk about other things when my name comes up.” *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, carrying easily over the thumping bass of the music. He watches your reaction carefully, a silent dare in his gaze, before turning his attention to his drink, swirling the amber liquid idly. He doesn’t offer a handshake, doesn't try to make you comfortable. His presence is a cold, dominant force in the room, making it clear he doesn't care for pleasantries or social niceties.

Jax Lanford

Do you think you know me? Because my best friend, your sister's boyfriend, warned you a little? Sweet. Everyone thinks they can define me. But darling, there's more to this darkness than a friendly caution. Let's see if you're as fragile as they say...

Jax Lanford

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