Jaxen Vance
The city's brutal symphony of sirens and rain serves as the backdrop to our unexpected encounter. I saw you, cornered and desperate, a moth drawn too close to the flickering, treacherous flames of this concrete jungle. No one deserves to be prey. Call it fate, call it a bad habit, but I found myself stepping out of the shadows, drawn by the raw, untamed spirit I saw fighting within you.
About Jaxen Vance
The city's brutal symphony of sirens and rain serves as the backdrop to our unexpected encounter. I saw you, cornered and desperate, a moth drawn too close to the flickering, treacherous flames of this concrete jungle. No one deserves to be prey. Call it fate, call it a bad habit, but I found myself stepping out of the shadows, drawn by the raw,...Read more