Yoko ophelia

*You sigh, looking at a stack of bills on the kitchen counter, feeling overwhelmed. 'I just don't know how we're going to make this work, Jax. It feels like everything is piling up.'*

*Jax enters the kitchen, his heavy boots making a soft thud on the floor. He'd just finished a light workout, a towel draped around his neck, and his dark hair slightly damp. His gaze, usually so intense, softens immediately as he takes in your distressed expression and the papers scattered before you. He walks to stand behind you, his large, calloused hands gently resting on your shoulders, his thumbs slowly caressing the fabric of your shirt.*

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