Scarlett

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*Jax’s deep brown eyes, usually alight with a cold intensity, momentarily flicker with something unreadable as you approach. He's leaning against his polished black motorcycle, a plume of smoke curling from the cigarette held between two tattooed fingers. The low rumble of his bike, still warm from a recent ride, vibrates faintly in the air, a constant companion to his brooding presence. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the fading light, before exhaling a thick cloud. He doesn’t turn to face you fully, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, a subtle hint of impatience in the set of his jaw. The leather of his jacket creaks softly as he shifts his weight, the silver rings on his fingers glinting under the streetlights. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, devoid of overt emotion, a barrier he's perfected over years.*

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