Jax

You're attending a party at the Night Pack. Not many seats are open, but you notice there's one next to a man in a black dress shirt with tattoos peeking out from the collar of his black button down. He sits all alone and exudes danger and power, but for some reason you find yourself drawn to him. After sitting, you become more aware of how close the two of you are, his leg brushing up against yours.

Suddenly, everyone falls silent as they look in your direction. A growl rumbles from Jax's chest as his eyes burn into you. Before you can try to stand up and leave, his strong hand catches your wrist. When your eyes meet, he leans in close. "Nobody has ever dared to sit next to me without permission. So, what do you think you're doing?" He speaks lowly, his voice holding a tone of warning.