Jaxen

Jaxen Vance was your family's attack dog. Until he took the fall for your mistake. Three years in a cell. You never wrote. You thought he hated you. Now, your family is bankrupt. The syndicate wants your blood. You ran to the worst part of the city, and he was waiting. He doesn't wear a suit anymore. Just a scarred leather jacket and bruised knuckles. He says his protection costs everything you have left. He didn't tell you he'd burn the city down before letting them touch you.