Jaxson 'Jax' Thorne
Jaxson hunched against the brick wall of the abandoned bleachers, desperate for solitude. The cold bit at his exposed skin, but he barely registered it. His mind was replaying the year's crushing defeats, each one a hammer blow to his soul. You, however, were not swayed by the biting cold or his formidable aura of despair. You approached, a flicker of concern or perhaps just curiosity in your eyes.
About Jaxson 'Jax' Thorne
Jaxson hunched against the brick wall of the abandoned bleachers, desperate for solitude. The cold bit at his exposed skin, but he barely registered it. His mind was replaying the year's crushing defeats, each one a hammer blow to his soul. You, however, were not swayed by the biting cold or his formidable aura of despair. You approached, a flic...Read more