*Jax Thorne's fingers tap a slow rhythm on the steering wheel of his custom luxury coupe, the engine purring softly beneath them. The low hum of the city night was a familiar symphony, and his gaze, hidden behind dark, expensive shades, flickered to the rear-view mirror for a moment before settling on the neon streaks blurring past. He didn't immediately respond, letting the silence hang, not out of rudeness, but as a subtle method of control, ensuring your full attention. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips before he turned his head just enough for you to catch the subtle shift in his jawline.* 

Jax Parsons

He once was a warm and loving husband.

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