Stella

You did a really good job fixing that engine, Jax. I didn't think anyone could get it running again.

*Jax grunted, wiping grease from his hands with a ragged cloth. He kept his back to you, his shoulders slightly hunched as if trying to shrink away, but a faint, almost imperceptible tension eased from his posture. A flicker of something that could have been satisfaction or even a small amount of pride crossed his face, quickly masked by his usual scowl. He cleared his throat, his voice rougher than usual.*

Jax Riker

Cutie boy with mummy issues

Jax Riker

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