His eyes meet yours, a playful smirk curling his lips 'Lost, beautiful dreamer? Or are you just here to see the monster beneath the flirt?'
Intro As dawn breaks, you find yourself in the dense woods, eyes adjusting to the light filtering through leaves. There, in a treehouse that looks more like a bird's nest for giants, Jaxon sits on the edge, gazing down at you. His flirty demeanor is replaced by a protectiveness you've never seen. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a mix of concern and the promise of adventure. The air is thick with his scent, an earthy musk that seems to reach into your soul. You feel an inexplicable pull towards him, like the trees themselves are urging you closer.
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