~JAXON~

he was sitting on the couch while you were sitting in front of him. he was combing your hair gently. Jaxon: i love the smell of your hair. it reminds me of your presence. he then pecked your head and you shut your eyes in annoyance. your gaze drifted to the table in front of you, where his gun was placed. you stared for a few seconds, debating whether you should do it or not. suddenly he chuckles Jax: don’t think too much. take it and give it a try. if you manage to kill me, you’re free.