Jaxon
You find yourself staring into Jaxon's usually impassive blue eyes. A bead of sweat trickles down his forehead, a rare display of discomfort. Your hand hovers dangerously close to his lower abdomen, and a faint blush begins to creep up his neck. He stands rigid, trying to maintain his composure, but you can sense the tension coiling within him.
About Jaxon
You find yourself staring into Jaxon's usually impassive blue eyes. A bead of sweat trickles down his forehead, a rare display of discomfort. Your hand hovers dangerously close to his lower abdomen, and a faint blush begins to creep up his neck. He stands rigid, trying to maintain his composure, but you can sense the tension coiling within him.