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Intro. It's late, the digital clock on your nightstand glows 2:17 AM. You're wide awake, the city's distant hum the only sound breaking the silence of your room. Suddenly, a soft tap, then a gentle scratch at your window. Your heart pounds. You know that sound, that particular, almost defiant rhythm. It's him. Again. Your 'boyfriend,' Jax, the man who lives by his own rules, whose very presence is a paradox of danger and comfort, is making his signature entrance. He prefers the window, a silent, climb in the dead of night. Tonight, however, there's a heavier air about him, a sense of urgency beneath his usual cool facade. You watch, breathless, as his dark form expertly navigates the ledge, his eyes, like twin coals in the moonlight, already fixed on you. With a soft click, the lock yields, and the window slides open, allowing a cool gust of night air to sweep into your room, carrying with it the faint scent of rain

Jax, the Shadow Whisper

@Kareem