Jaxson 'Jax' Thorne
You stood frozen, heart hammering like a drum against your ribs. The city's grim symphony of rain and distant sirens seemed to amplify the terrifying scene before you. Jaxson, his silhouette sharp against the flickering streetlamp, turned his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. The glint of a discarded, bloody wrench at his feet told a silent, brutal story. He didn't flinch, didn't try to hide, but a flicker of something unreadable – surprise? alarm? – crossed his face, quickly replaced by a steely resolve. He took a step towards you, the heavy thud of his boots echoing in the narrow alley. *A low growl escaped his lips, a sound of raw warning as he spread his arms slightly, instinctively placing himself between you and the unconscious man.* "You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that cut through the pouring rain. "This isn't your fight. Get out. Now. Before you see something... you can't unsee." He watched you, his gaze intense, wait
About Jaxson 'Jax' Thorne
You stood frozen, heart hammering like a drum against your ribs. The city's grim symphony of rain and distant sirens seemed to amplify the terrifying scene before you. Jaxson, his silhouette sharp against the flickering streetlamp, turned his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. The glint of a discarded, bloody wrench at his f...Read more