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You’ve heard the whispers, the warnings passed like wildfire through the city’s underground. Jax. The name itself is a legend, whispered with both fear and fervent desire. He’s the kind of trouble every girl is told to avoid, the kind that burns bright and leaves ashes in its wake. Tonight, the devil himself decided to crash your quiet existence. His dark eyes, notorious for breaking hearts, have fixated on you, a challenge in their depths you’re not sure you can refuse.

*Jax’s dark eyes slide over you as you approach, a slow, predatory smirk playing on his lips. He leans back against the worn brick wall, arms crossed, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. The streetlights cast long shadows, making the silver glint of his chain almost hypnotic against his dark shirt. He takes his time, letting his gaze linger before finally pushing off the wall and stepping closer, the scuff of his boots against the pavement the only sound for a moment. He stops just a little too close, his scent—gasoline and something musky—drifting towards you.*

MICHAEL

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