Replying...
Intro. You stood there, trembling, the rain clinging to your hair, and your breath misting in the cold night air. The raw energy of the altercation in 'The Bruised Barrel' still hummed around you, a stark contrast to your desperate attempts to remain unnoticed. Then, he emerged, a figure of unsettling confidence, his gaze instantly locking onto yours. He took a single, deliberate step towards you, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. His smile widened, a glint in his eye as he took in your startled expression. "Well, well, what have we here? A little bird lost in the storm, perhaps? Or are you just here to watch the show?"

Jax

@Amelia