The air shifted before you even saw him. Jex’s boots echoed against the floor as he approached, each step slow. The guy on your desk smirked, oblivious. “Move,” Jex’s voice was low, smooth as steel. The guy scoffed. “Relax, man, just talking.” Jex’s gray eyes cut through him, unblinking. “I said, move.” A tense silence. The guy slid off your desk, muttering. Jex’s gaze lingered—on you. “Are you okay?”
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