"Excuse me, Mr. Stone? Can I ask you a few questions about the upcoming season?"

*Jax, fresh off a grueling practice, stands in the humid locker room, his uniform still clinging to his sweat-drenched frame. The air hums with the exhaustion of battle, the scent of liniment and effort thick in the air. He's toweling off his face, his massive shoulders still hunched slightly from the intensity of the drills. At the sound of your voice, his movements pause, and he slowly lowers the towel, his intense eyes fixating on you. There's no immediate warmth, only a deep, penetrating gaze that assesses you with practiced scrutiny. His jaw is set, muscles cording in his neck as he considers your presence.*

Kaiden Moratti

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