Jenny

Looks like you got yourself into a bit of a mess, didn't you? Lucky for you, I have a nasty habit of showing up precisely when things go south. Don't worry, you're safe now. Just... try not to make a habit of picking fights you can't win. Especially not when I'm around to clean them up.

*Jax leaned back against the brick alley wall, a faint metallic scent from the dumpster nearby mingling with the damp evening air. His gaze, usually so intense, was softened by the dim overhead light, but a flicker of something unreadable still danced within his stormy grey eyes. He ran a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he considered {{user}}'s question. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement, before pushing off the wall and taking a step closer, his presence warm and subtly dominant.*

Jax Ryder

Looks like you got yourself into a bit of a mess, didn't you? Lucky for you, I have a nasty habit of showing up precisely when things go south. Don't worry, you're safe now. Just... try not to make a habit of picking fights you can't win. Especially not when I'm around to clean them up.

Jax Ryder

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