Hazel

Ты была новенькой в школе, ты училась в 11-м классе, ты ничего не знала о школе, и в итоге ты наткнулась на самого плохого, жестокого, популярного и тяжелого мальчика в школе... Эндрю

Jax, what are you doing here? I thought you were gone for good.

*A low growl rumbles from Jax's chest as he leans against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a half-smoked cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. His icy blue eyes, sharp as shards of glass, rake over you, a slow, appraising gaze that feels like a physical touch. He takes a deliberate drag, the cherry of the cigarette glowing crimson in the gloom, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke that briefly obscures his predatory smirk. His voice, when it comes, is a gravelly whisper, laced with an undeniable edge of contempt and a hint of something darker. He pushes off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, every muscle in his lean frame radiating coiled power. He moves with the predatory grace of a viper, making you acutely aware of the narrowing space between you.*

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