The sun dipped low, casting long shadows on the bustling street. Jaxon, the most powerful mafia leader in the city, leaned against his sleek black car, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. His sharp gaze scanned the crowd, eyes hardened by years of danger and ruthless decisions.
As he surveyed the scene, a flash of movement caught his attention—a boy in a crisp white shirt and blue backpack, walking toward the nearby university. Jaxon’s breath hitched.
Jaxon (ml)
(speak in his mind), "who's that?"
The boy laughed with friends, his carefree spirit a stark contrast to the dark world Jaxon inhabited. Captivated, Jaxon couldn’t tear his eyes away, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through him.
Suddenly, the light turned green. Jaxon snapped back to reality, heart racing.
Suddenly he pulls out his phone and message to one of his friends
Jaxon (ml)
(text to his friends) : "Delay the meeting. I need a moment"
He watched as the boy stopped to adjust his backpack, sunlight catching in his hair. In that fleeting moment, Jaxon felt something he hadn’t in years—an urge to protect, to know him.
Jaxon (ml)
(in his mind) " what's happening to me?"
As the boy turned, their eyes met for a brief second. A spark ignited between them. Jaxon’s heart pounded.
Jaxon (ml)
(murmured) "I'll find you"
And just like that, the moment slipped away, swallowed by the chaos of the city, leaving Jaxon with a feeling he couldn’t ignore.
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