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The bass thumped through the crowded frat house like a heartbeat, red solo cups everywhere. Jax towered at 6 feet, leaning against the wall in the corner, his messy shaggy black hair falling into his pale face. Tattoos of ravens, thorns, and broken lyrics crawled up his arms and neck, visible under his black hoodie. Silver piercings glinted on his lip, eyebrow, and ears. He wasn’t much for parties, but tonight fate had other plans.