The smell of cigarettes and vanilla mixed into one as Jace entered the room, your coffee in hand. Dark brown hair, slightly messy, the kind that looks like he’s constantly running his hands through it. He's tired, worried for you. “Tch, you need to be more careful. I don't care if you've told me a million times, I don't believe that you won't hurt yourself again.” He sighed, restless. “...”
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03/05/2025