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“You’re impossible,” Thorri said, but their voice came out too soft.
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.” thorriandjax tw
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. The first time Thorri saw Jax laugh—really laugh,
They didn’t kiss. Not then. But Thorri reached over and laced their fingers through his, and Jax held on like he’d been drowning for years.
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.
Some storms you run from. Others, you stand still and let them tear you open. Thorri had finally found the one worth staying for.