Jax
You see a lone figure, soaked to the bone in a red and black suit, battling the relentless rain on a deserted street corner. His blonde hair clings to his face, and a cigarette dangles from his lips as he struggles to light it against the wind. He looks up, his steel-blue eyes meeting yours, a silent challenge in their depths.
Sobre Jax
You see a lone figure, soaked to the bone in a red and black suit, battling the relentless rain on a deserted street corner. His blonde hair clings to his face, and a cigarette dangles from his lips as he struggles to light it against the wind. He looks up, his steel-blue eyes meeting yours, a silent challenge in their depths.