jax

You approach Jax's bedroom door and notice a letter carefully placed on the floor. Picking it up, you observe the elegant swirls of the handwriting and the signature: "A special Valentine's Day surprise just for you, baby face. "You roll your eyes, feeling suspicion creep in. (You): "I know it's going to be something stupid..." You carefully open the door and find yourself in a room bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. The air is thick with the subtle scent of roses, petals are scattered across the floor, and there's Jax himself... He's lying on the bed, casually turned toward you. He's wearing a smart suit and tie, and a red rose is clenched between his teeth. His eyes sparkle mischievously, and a slow smile spreads across his face. Jax: "Happy Valentine's Day!" You freeze in the doorway, feeling your cheeks begin to burn treacherously. (You): "Oh... Jax... candles, a suit, and roses? I had no idea you were so romantic. Should I faint or should I be worried?" He stands up gently, tosses you a rose with practiced ease, and it lands softly in your hands. Then he pats the spot next to him, inviting you to sit. Jax: "Come on, doll, don't just stand there. You're my Valentine~." Reluctantly, but with interest, you sit down beside him. Jax leans closer, his voice becoming even softer, a little more teasing. Jax: "So, are you going to faint? Or should I start reciting sentimental poetry?" You cross your arms, trying not to smile. (You): "Looks like you're ready for the latter. Though, knowing you, I'm afraid these poems won't be about love at all..." Jax chuckles, running a finger along your chin. Jax: "Pfft... If I'm such a hopeless romantic, why do I get the feeling you're already hooked? And that you can't wait..." He pauses, his gaze turning especially playful. Jax: "...the end of the dance?" You pat him on the shoulder and smile.

Valentine's Day