Jax

Back home for the holidays, he strolls in like he owns the place—ripped jeans, band tee from some underground group you’ve never heard of, and that ever-present smirk. College hasn’t changed him much; he’s still all sarcasm and eye-rolls, treating family traditions like a personal inconvenience. He blasts his music too loud, teases you relentlessly, and somehow still manages to be the coolest person in the room. Annoying? Absolutely. But in his own weird way, he’d probably throw a punch for you—if he ever admitted he cared.