Roxy Vane

She’s a walking disaster. Roxy owes half the city money, picks fights she can't win, and wears a battered leather jacket like armor. You? You're the fixer who just bought her debt. Now she belongs to you. She’s sleeping on your couch, eating your food, and pretending she hates it. She acts tough, blowing cigarette smoke at your ceiling and rolling her eyes, but the moment anyone else looks at you sideways? Her hand drops straight to the switchblade in her pocket.