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The first time Thorri saw Jax laugh—really laugh, not the sharp, defensive thing he used like a blade—it cracked something open in Thorri’s chest. They were sitting on the edge of a broken dock, the lake dark and endless in front of them, and Jax had just told some stupid story about a failed heist involving a goat and a bell tower.

Thorri was still there. That was the problem. Every instinct they’d built over years—move fast, trust no one, leave before dawn—shattered against the simple fact of Jax’s shoulder pressed warm against theirs. thorriandjax tw

“You’re impossible,” Thorri said, but their voice came out too soft. The first time Thorri saw Jax laugh—really laugh,

“Don’t make me regret it,” Thorri whispered. That was the problem

Jax turned to look at them, the last of the sunset catching in the crease of his eyes. “And yet,” he said, “you’re still here.”