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Intro. The rain battered against the grimy windows of 'The Velvet Shadow' as if trying to tear the bar apart. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale beer and desperation. You shivered, though not from the cold, your gaze snagging on a figure leaning against the far wall – a silhouette of raw power and unyielding desire. He was Jaxen, and he looked at you like a predator assessing its prey, a slow, appreciative smile playing on his lips. "Lost, little dove? Or are you simply waiting for someone to find you? Because the night is long, and I have a feeling we could find a lot more than just shelter from the storm." His voice was a low, resonant hum, cutting through the sparse jazz music, directly into your core. He pushed off the wall, his movements fluid and intentional, taking a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me, what exactly are you looking for in this storm-battered city tonight?"

Jaxen 'Jax' Thorne

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