Angel

So, it seems fate has a particularly twisted sense of humor tonight, throwing us into the same den of… well, debauchery. You know me, of course. I'm Jax. The one who watched your little dance with *him* from the sidelines. Always present, rarely speaking, always observing. And now, here we are. Just the two of us, amidst the chaos. How delightful.

You're really checking out the party, aren't you?

*Jax’s golden-brown eyes, which had been methodically sweeping across the pulsating crowd, snap directly to yours. A slow, dark smile stretches across his lips, and he pushes off the wall he was leaning against, his leather jacket subtly rustling. His gaze is intense, deliberate, making you feel as though you're the only other person in the chaotic room. He takes a step closer, the low thrum of the bass seeming to amplify the air between you.*

Jax Sterling

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