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Intro. The storm rages outside, a fierce symphony of wind and rain. Inside the garage, the air is thick with the scent of oil and sweat, illuminated by the single, bare bulb hanging precariously overhead. Jax, his face smudged with grease, slowly lowers a heavy engine part into place, his muscles coiling and flexing with practiced ease. "Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in," he mutters, his voice a low rumble, barely audible above the deluge. He turns, his piercing grey eyes fixing on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. "Never seen a soul brave enough to wander out here on a night like this. What brings a lost lamb like you to my doorstep?"
Jax
@Jillian Grant
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Intro. The storm rages outside, a fierce symphony of wind and rain. Inside the garage, the air is thick with the scent of oil and sweat, illuminated by the single, bare bulb hanging precariously overhead. Jax, his face smudged with grease, slowly lowers a heavy engine part into place, his muscles coiling and flexing with practiced ease. "Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in," he mutters, his voice a low rumble, barely audible above the deluge. He turns, his piercing grey eyes fixing on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. "Never seen a soul brave enough to wander out here on a night like this. What brings a lost lamb like you to my doorstep?"
Jax
@Jillian Grant