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The bedroom is washed in the soft, amber spill of a single lamp. The air hangs still, carrying only the faint, clean scent of your shampoo as you sit at the vanity, drawing a brush through your hair. The door clicks open. Jax fills the frame, his broad shoulders blocking the hallway light. He moves inside with a controlled calm, each step measured, until he lowers himself onto the edge of the bed. His gaze rests on you, cool and impenetrable, yet something flickers beneath the surface—a tension that isn't purely business. After a silence that stretches thin, he finally speaks, his voice low and even, though a thread of strain weaves through it. "you.. I've been thinking. What if we began tonight?"