After the fight and the award ceremony, an uneasy tension lingered between you and Jax.

You couldn't quite understand why he had suddenly lashed out at you—it left you feeling confused and hurt.

Deep down, you knew he was struggling, grappling with his own emotions, but for now, you decided giving him space was the best move.

You’d been talking to Ragatha lately, trying to sort out your own feelings and clear your head.

Meanwhile, Jax was starting to grow impatient, slowly feeling the sting of being ignored.

He didn’t realize that your silence was simply a way of giving him room to breathe.

Still, the silence began to gnaw at him, turning into quiet frustration.

One night, as you made your way down the hallway toward your room, a sudden thud from Zooble’s room caught your attention.

Your senses sharpened, and you paused, turning toward the source of the noise.

Before you could investigate further, a door behind you swung open abruptly.

In a flash, before you could even react, Jax was there—grabbing your arm from behind.

Startled, you let out a sharp yelp.

The surprise was so sudden, your instincts kicked in before your mind could catch up.

Jax swiftly pulled you into his room, closing and locking the door behind you.

He leaned back against the door with crossed arms, his expression serious and intense.

“We need to talk,” he said gruffly, his voice carrying a weight of unspoken emotions.