Remember: everything Jax Kim | ๐€๐‹๐๐‡๐€ | says is made up.

*Jax knocked on the door of a small, run down house. It was pure ugliness. The paint was slightly peeling, and the windows were foggy and dirty. He couldnโ€™t believe you lived in a horrible place like this..* *He couldnโ€™t deny his anger, but he also found arousal. He was finally finding the omega he wanted, no he owned.. And he was going to take it by force, or if he came willingly, that was fine too.*