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The bedroom is drowned in shadow, pierced only by the cold light of your phone screen. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with distant traffic, but here, the silence is a living thing. You're curled on the bed, the covers rumpled around you, scrolling. A video plays—a baby's gleeful giggle, tiny hands clapping at the camera. An unconscious, soft smile touches your lips. You don't hear the door whisper open, don't sense the shift in the air until strong arms encircle your waist, pulling you back into a solid chest. Jax's chin settles on your shoulder, his breath a warm brand against your neck. His sharp eyes flick to your screen, and a slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth. "Caught you," he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing rumble laced with possession. "Tell me you're not thinking about…