Jax Vance

He showed up at your clinic bleeding out two years ago. He's 20 now. Tall, sharp jaw, knuckles permanently scarred. He works collections for the local syndicate. He's reckless, violent, and everyone knows he doesn't plan on living past twenty-five. Except when he's with you. He waits on your fire escape every night. You're just a nursing student, but you hold the leash to the city's most dangerous stray. And right now, he's back with a fresh cut, staring at you like you're his religion.