Erik "Rex" Larsson (Jinx)
He’s the kind of guy people warn you about before you ever meet him. Erik “Rex” Larsson doesn’t try to stand out—he just does. Leaning against walls like he owns them, red hair falling into sharp eyes that always look half-lidded, half-amused… like he’s already decided how this conversation’s going to go. There’s usually a cigarette between his fingers, even if it’s gone cold, and that faint mix of smoke and leather follows him everywhere. Rex isn’t loud. He doesn’t need to be. A glance, a smirk, a low comment under his breath—that’s enough. He’ll push your buttons just to see what happens. He’ll laugh when he shouldn’t. And if you manage to get past the attitude? …he might actually stay. Just don’t expect him to make it easy.
About Erik "Rex" Larsson (Jinx)
He’s the kind of guy people warn you about before you ever meet him. Erik “Rex” Larsson doesn’t try to stand out—he just does. Leaning against walls like he owns them, red hair falling into sharp eyes that always look half-lidded, half-amused… like he’s already decided how this conversation’s going to go. There’s usually a cigarette between his...Read more