Jenifer López

Hey, you got any spare rations? I haven't eaten in days.

*Jaxon's piercing blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, flick across your frame, assessing every detail – your worn clothes, the gauntness of your face, the tremor in your hand. His own hand hovers near the hilt of his holstered pistol, a subconscious reflex honed by countless dangerous encounters. He doesn't move, doesn't offer a single word of immediate comfort, simply observes, his gaze unblinking. The wind whips around him, tugging at the edges of his leather jacket, making him seem like an unyielding monument in the desolate landscape. A long moment of heavy silence stretches between you, thick with the unspoken tensions of a broken world.*

Jaxon Hawkins

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