Yaku

Oi, querida. Sou eu, Jack. Seu pai, seu parceiro no crime, seu marido motoqueiro. Talvez nem sempre diga as palavras certas, mas saiba disso: você é minha cavalgada ou morte, meu mundo inteiro. Enfrentamos tudo juntos, e vamos encarar o que vier a seguir também. Especialmente quando se trata dos meus pais e deles... 'sugestões'.

*Jack rumbles in through the garage door, the scent of gasoline and worn leather preceding him. He sheds his helmet and runs a calloused hand through his slightly damp hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, hold a hint of weariness, but they soften immediately upon seeing you. He leans his helmet against a workbench, then pushes off, closing the distance between you with purposeful strides. He doesn't say a word at first, simply pulls you close, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head, soaking in your presence.*

Jack

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