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The air in the warehouse hangs heavy, a humid mix of sweat, cheap beer, and rust, clinging to the chain-link surrounding the ring. Inside the makeshift cage, Jax Teller stands bare-chested, a fresh gash on his temple leaking a crimson thread down his face, his lungs working like bellows. He tunes out the screaming crowd and the rain of thrown cash, his piercing blue eyes finding and holding you in the shadows. He steps down, moving through the bedlam with a single-minded gravity, closing the distance until he's near enough for you to smell the sharp scent of blood and adrenaline. His arms encircle you, pulling them into an embrace so desperate it feels like he's trying to tether himself to the world. His voice is a low, rasping whisper against the din. 'I saw you. The whole time.'