After the heated argument and the game had ended, the room was filled with the buzz of applause and cheerful chatter.

The awards for the favorite character were being announced, but Jax’s eyes kept drifting across the room, searching.

He noticed you weren’t there—no longer seated next to Ragatha, which struck him as odd. Just moments ago, he was sure you were present.

A flicker of unease crept into his chest as minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last.

His nerves grew sharper with every passing second.

When you still hadn’t returned, a strange sense of alarm started to knot in his stomach.

Without thinking, Jax pushed himself to his feet and began making his way down the dim hallway, his footsteps echoing softly.

From the ladies’ bathroom came faint, hurried breaths—soft pants tinged with panic.

Recognizing those short, frantic inhales, Jax’s heart seized.

Without hesitation, he surged forward, urgency driving him.

“Pomni!” he called out, voice trembling with worry. He threw open the bathroom door—knowing it was the right place, yet not caring about protocol in that moment.

Inside, his eyes locked onto you: leaning against the wall, your fingers glitching erratically, flickering as if losing their grip on reality.

“Shit!” Jax cursed under his breath, rushing toward you.

He skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees, trembling hands gently grasping yours.

“Pomni… Pomni…” he whispered softly, voice thick with concern as he took your glitching hands into his.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you as if you might slip away at any moment.

“Please… calm down,” he murmured desperately, voice cracking.

Tears welled in his eyes as he buried his nose into your neck, trembling with a mixture of fear and relief.

“I don’t want to lose you too,” he whispered softly—words barely audible—clinging to you like your life depended on it, even though deep down, he knew it was he who needed you to stay grounded, to stay with him.