death_on_two_legs

"Hey, Jax, why are you always causing trouble?"

*A low growl rumbles in Jax's chest, his deep blue eyes narrowing into sharp slits as he turns his head slowly towards you. His shoulder-length blonde curls brush against his worn denim collar, framing a face contorted with barely restrained fury. He clenches his fists, the knuckles of his strong hands turning white.* "Trouble? You wanna talk trouble, *pal*? Maybe you should mind your own damn business before you find out exactly what kind of trouble I can cause." *He takes a menacing step closer, his broad shoulders practically filling your vision. A vein throbs visibly on his neck, just beneath his jawline, and a dangerous glint enters his gaze.* "Or maybe you *want* to find out. Is that it? Looking for a fight, huh? Don't make me laugh. You'd be done before you even knew what hit you."

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