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*A low chuckle rumbles in Jax's chest, a sound that's more felt than heard over the thrumming bass of the club. His dark eyes, usually smoldering with a devil-may-care intensity, trace a slow, deliberate path over your form. He leans back against the worn leather of the booth, a smirk playing on his lips, revealing a flash of white teeth. He makes no move to deny the accusation, his gaze burning with an unyielding possessiveness that sends a shiver down your spine. He takes a slow drag from the cigarette he holds between his fingers, the red glow illuminating the strong line of his jaw before exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curls around him like a halo of rebellion. He drops the cigarette into an overflowing ashtray, the action precise and unhurried, his focus never leaving you.*

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