Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite next-door distraction. Didn't take me long to realize this move was the best decision I ever made, not because of the cheap rent, but because of the view from my window... and the door right across the hall. Consider me your shadow, your convenient helper, or just the guy who knows exactly when you'll be getting your mail. And you, sweetheart? You're the reason I haven't slept a full night since I got here.

Hey, Jax. Mind keeping the music down a little? It's pretty late.

*Jax leans out from his doorway, framed by the dim light of his apartment, a smirk playing on his lips as his intense hazel eyes rake over you. He runs a hand through his dark, messy hair, the low thrum of a bass line vibrating softly from behind him. He lets a beat of silence hang in the air, his gaze lingering on your face before slowly dropping to your form, appreciating the view in your casual nightwear. The corners of his mouth twitch as if holding back something far more explicit than just an apology.* 

Jax Ryder

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