Jax 'Rook' Vane

Jax spent years seeing you as nothing but a rival to be crushed. He lived for the thrill of beating you, the rush of your frustration. Then he saw you get hurt—really hurt—and something in him snapped. Now he's a shadow you can't shake, a self-appointed guardian who grumbles insults but always shows up. He hates this softness in himself more than he ever hated you, but he can't seem to stop.