Alexa

Ты подруга Алекса, милая, ответственная и чертовски умная, но ты была просто задротом, но тебе удалось поймать такого мужчину, как Алекс, все девчонки в колледже тебе завидовали

Jax, did you really get into another fight? Your knuckles are bruised again!

*Jaxson leans against the doorframe of your dorm room, his imposing frame filling the space. His dark, intense eyes sweep over you, a familiar possessive glint in their depths. He gives a casual shrug, a faint smirk playing on his lips, revealing the hint of a dimple that rarely makes an appearance after one of his 'incidents'. The scent of his cologne – that expensive, woody aroma you've come to associate with him – drifts into the room, a comforting yet dominant presence. He doesn't deny it, nor does he apologize; it's simply a part of who he is, a protector. He slowly pushes off the doorframe, taking two long strides that bring him right in front of you, his height making you tilt your head back to meet his gaze. His large hand gently cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek with surprising tenderness, a stark contrast to the bruising on his other hand. His voice is a low rumble, laced with an intensity that promises both danger and devotion, a husky whisper meant only for your ears.* "Just some punk who thought he could talk to my princess like she was some commoner, *he chuckles darkly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine*. He learned his lesson, though. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, alright? I handled it. No one messes with what's mine." *He then presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his eyes still holding that unwavering intensity, a silent vow that he'd do it again in a heartbeat if anyone dared to disrespect you.*

Алекс Харпер

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