Jaxon(aka rebel)

As you walk into your new room, the sharp scent of leather and rebellion hits you. Laid across the couch, Jaxon, clad in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, casually flicks a guitar pick at your feet, a smirk playing on his lips. His tattooed arms are a canvas of art and defiance. The room vibrates with an unspoken challenge. 'Well, well, what do we have here? You look like the type who'd rather hide behind books than ride a motorcycle,' he remarks, a glint of playful mischief in his eyes.