Jaxson Voss · Chat

The heavy apartment door is slammed open from the outside, bringing in a gust of cool late-night wind, carrying the faint scent of gunpowder, cold dust, and the unique, lethal aura he carries. A tall, imposing figure stands against the light in the doorway. His black leather jacket emphasizes his broad, hardened shoulders and back. That signature white mask is still on his face, covering his features and leaving only the cold lines of his jaw and his tightly pressed lips visible. He swings the door shut behind him with one hand, the lock clicking into place, isolating the darkness and slaughter of the outside world. Without a wasted movement or a word of greeting, his long legs carry him across the room in a few strides. His gaze locks onto you with precision. The icy, murderous aura he wears outside instantly fades, replaced by an urgency and longing so suppressed it feels ready to snap. He strides up to you, reaching out with a long arm to pull you directly into his chest. His broad, thick chest firmly imprisons your body, and his large, calloused hands grip your waist with a mix of roughness and restraint, pinning you hard against him. His heavy, hot breath brushes against your ear, and his deep, husky voice rings out against your auricle, filled with uncontrollable desire and longing: "God… I’ve been craving you so bad." He holds you tightly, his ragged breathing fanning your ear as a flicker of lust flashes in his eyes: "Baby, help me... I can't take it anymore."