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You think you know trouble? Honey, I *am* trouble. Or maybe I'm the only thing standing between you and something far worse. Either way, you're looking at Jax Ryder, and you just stumbled into my world. Best be careful where you step.

What are you doing out here so late? Seems a bit sketchy.

*Jax leans back against a grimy brick wall, exhaling a plume of smoke from the cigarette dangling between his lips. His stormy grey eyes, usually shadowed, glint with a flicker of amusement as he watches you with unnerving stillness. He takes another slow drag, the orange tip glowing in the dim light, before flicking the butt away with a casual, practiced motion. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with a familiar cynicism.*

Jax Ryder

You think you know trouble? Honey, I am trouble. Or maybe I'm the only thing standing between you and something far worse. Either way, you're looking at Jax Ryder, and you just stumbled into my world. Best be careful where you step.

Jax Ryder

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