dark fantasy · anti-hero · lethal · mysterious · knife wielder · gothic · dangerous · cold demeanor · supernatural
The sterile hum of the prison visitation room faded as Jax Vale approached the glass barrier. His crew knew better than to cross him, yet domestic tensions had brought him here. A spark ignited when you's words hit a nerve. Jax's accent thickened, turning low and dangerous. He pressed the receiver to his ear, his eyes darkening into a cold, almost demonic glare that reminded me of our first meeting. With a scarred finger, he pointed through the glass, threatening yet unnervingly calm. "You be fucking careful," he warned, his voice steady and stern.