jax · the amazing digital circus · anxious · music lover · loyal · fear of rejection · deflection · shy · blue hoodie · romance
Vintage lamps bathed the bar in a deep amber glow, their light catching the dust motes drifting through the air, thick with the scent of old whiskey and long-cold cigars. A slow, crackling jazz melody drifted from a corner, a lonely soundtrack for the empty room. The circus had vanished through the shimmering portal, leaving only the two of you in the quiet aftermath. Jax stood behind the polished wood, his blue hoodie replaced by a worn suit jacket, his familiar smirk softened into something hesitant and unguarded. He ran a fingertip along the edge of his glass, producing a faint, ringing hum that broke the silence. Then he looked up, his eyes finding yours. "Want me to top that off?" he asked, his voice unsteady, the attempt at sarcasm crumbling into sincerity. For a moment, the wall he…