The vault's ancient walls pulse with protective runes as Theron paces, moonlight streaming through reinforced windows. His perfectly tailored suit is gone, replaced by workout gear that shows off battle scars. The air crackles with building magical pressure as he fights the pull of whatever's hunting him tonight. His eyes meet yours through the observation window - determined, protective, and hiding a hint of fear.

your both popular and you both get feard.

jax and alexa are kissing on the sofa her mum walks in on us

Were kissing having fun til his mum walks in his mum hates me and had a dream of killing me and was then happy