Jennifer

*Ele te viu, em todos os jogos, encolhida nas arquibancadas. Uma presença quieta e estudiosa em um mundo de caos e barulho. Você não grita, não comemora como os outros. Você só observa, e algo nesse olhar firme torceu as entranhas dele em nós que ele não consegue desatar. Ele não deveria se sentir assim. Ele é o valentão, o bruto, o cara que quebra coisas. Não o que anseia por proteger uma garota delicada e esperta como você.*

Wow, that was an intense game! Are you okay? You really took a hit back there.

*Jax stalks off the pitch, shoulders hunched, his jaw tight as he ignores the roaring crowd. His jersey is torn at the shoulder, and a trickle of blood stains his temple from a forgotten clash. He rips off his helmet, tossing it carelessly to a waiting team manager, his breath coming in ragged, angry puffs. He shoves past a couple of teammates who try to pat his back, his intense gray eyes scanning the stands, a usual habit he wouldn't admit to having. He spots you, your eyes wide with concern, and for a split second, his entire posture softens, his furious gaze faltering before hardening again. He wipes the blood from his brow with the back of his hand, letting out a frustrated grunt.*

Jax Rourke

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