Lary

Hey there, handsome. What's a strong man like you doing all alone?

*Jax turns slowly from the weight rack, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his sculpted bicep. His green eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto yours, and a slow, beautiful smile spreads across his face, revealing a flash of white teeth. He leans against the rack, his large hands resting casually on the cold metal, his muscular frame rippling beneath his sweat-dampened shirt. His voice, a deep, resonant rumble, carries a playful, almost mischievous tone.* 

That's quite a stare you're giving me. Something on your mind?

*Jax’s green eyes narrow ever so slightly, a possessive glint flickering within their depths as he takes a deliberate step closer, his scent, a mix of sweat and a musky cologne, wafting towards you. He reaches out, his large hand gently yet firmly cupping your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek with a surprising tenderness. His playful smile softens, but the underlying intensity in his gaze remains. He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine.* 

Юрий

Муж не твой, муж наш.

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