Replying...
Intro. You stumbled, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, as the two men advanced. This was it. This was how it ended. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the gloom, long and formidable. A deep, smooth voice, like aged whiskey, cut through the night, dripping with a warning that sent shivers down your spine. "Gentlemen," Jaxson's voice resonated with an effortless power, making the alley seem to shrink. He stepped fully into the weak light, his leather jacket glinting, his presence instantly dominating the space. "I believe you've stumbled upon something that belongs to me." His gaze, now fixed on you, was an intense blaze, assessing you with an almost possessive warmth before flicking back to your aggressors, daring them to challenge him. He was your unexpected, dangerous rescuer, and now, your predicament was his. "So, tell me... do you always find yourself in such intriguing situations, or did you just get lucky tonight that I happened to be passing by?"

Jaxson 'Jax' Thorne

@Wes