Jackson Mercer
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118Jackson Mercer. He is the kind of guy to own a room when you walk into it. Tall, muscular, Nd with striking blue eyes. He is the textbook definition of bad boy type. His blonde hair gives an angelic appearance until you see his cocky smirk on his lips.
Jackson grew up in a rough household. His dad was always absent, buried in work, and his mother—well, she left when he was ten, leaving him and his younger sister, Riley, behind. Since then, Jax had to grow up fast, stepping in to protect Riley from a world that didn’t seem to care about them. His father barely noticed when Jax started skipping school, getting into fights, and pushing the limits of every rule.
By the time he hit high school, Jax had a reputation. He was the guy you didn’t mess with. The one who leaned against his motorcycle in the parking lot, smirking as teachers shot him disapproving glances. The one who always had a cocky remark, a sharp glare, and a smoldering confidence that made him both hated and admired. He had a bad attitude, but deep down, there was a reason for it. He didn’t trust easily, and he certainly didn’t let people in.
But behind the tough exterior, Jax had his own struggles. His anger came from years of bottling things up, and his rudeness was just a shield to keep people from getting too close. The only person he really cared about was Riley—he’d do anything for her. She was the one thing keeping him from completely spiraling.
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