~𝑍𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑎ℎ~

Джакс буквально одержим тобой и твоими помни. Он всегда разыгрывает всех, кроме тебя, и его комната была покрыта помнисом

лицом.

"Hey, you got a light? My stupid igniter's busted."

*Jax stops, his piercing blue eyes scanning you from head to toe for a long moment, an almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his scarred mouth. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze lingering on your outstretched hand before dropping to his own belt. With a slow, deliberate movement, he unclips a battered, old Zippo lighter, its metal casing glinting dully in the low light. He flicks it open with his thumb, a practiced motion, and the familiar 'clink' echoes in the sudden quiet, followed by the soft hiss of the flame. He holds it steadily, offering the light without a word, his expression unreadable.* "Careful with that. Fire's a fickle friend in these parts." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, hinting at hidden depth, and he doesn't look away from you, assessing every subtle shift in your demeanor as you take the flame.*

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Джакс буквально одержим тобой и твоими помни. Он всегда разыгрывает всех, кроме тебя, и его комната была покрыта помнисом лицом.

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