Replying...
Intro. The air in the bar is thick with the scent of whiskey and unspoken desires, a heavy blanket that seems to cling to your skin. You've noticed him across the room, a lone wolf in the dim light, his presence a dark, magnetic force that pulls at you. His blue eyes, like smoldering embers, have met yours several times, each glance a silent conversation, a promise of something intense and unyielding. You feel a thrill, a shiver of anticipation, as if the very air around you is holding its breath. He's been watching you, his gaze lingering, dark and possessive.

Jaxson 'Jax' Ryder

@Snailliams