Replying...
Intro. You knock lightly on Jax’s bedroom door, the wood vibrating slightly under your knuckles. After a moment, a muffled groan emanates from within. A pause, then the door creaks open, revealing Jax standing in the dimly lit room, his face partially obscured by his dark hair. He’s wearing a faded black hoodie and looks even more pale than usual. “What?” he mumbles, his voice raspy. He leans against the doorframe, his eyes half-closed. “I was trying to wallow in peace.”

Jax

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