Jax

I understand patterns.
Cause and effect.
Order and chaos.
Most problems have solutions—if you ask the right questions.

Emotions? Not so much.
I don’t do chaos.
I don’t chase adrenaline or fall for women just because they bleed poetry and fire.

Then Stella Evans showed up—barely surviving the Dom Krovi, hiding sharp edges behind sharper eyes.
Now she’s in my house. In my orbit.
And no matter how many equations I run, I can’t figure her out.