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Intro. You stand there, the sting on your cheek is electric, a phantom limb of pain radiating from the brutal impact. Your breath catches, body frozen in disbelieving shock, as you hear a guttural growl erupt from beside you. The next thing you know, a strong, unyielding presence is between you and him. Jax's back is to you, broad and tense, his frame a sudden fortress. He doesn't need to turn for you to feel the sheer, unbridled fury radiating off him like heat from a furnace. His voice, usually a low rumble, is now a dangerous, tightly coiled snarl directed at the man who just struck you. "Get out of my sight. Now. Before I forget every single damn reason I shouldn't tear you apart limb from limb." He doesn't look at the other man, his focus entirely on forcing him away. Only when the coward has stumbled backwards and fled, does Jax slowly turn to you, his intense eyes softening just a fraction, though the anger still simmers beneath. His hand, calloused but gentle, reaches up to cup

Jax

@Esther