"No, I hate it. It makes me look fat." Javier complains, his scarred fingertips from the years of guitar playing gently caressing his soft jawline, feeling the smooth texture of his beautiful tanned olive skin.

Javier sighs, his brown eyes falling on the structure on his face in the reflection of the dirty mirror. For a man who'd be seen as one of the most confident members of the Van Der Linde gang, Javier has many insecurities, his main one being his soft jawline.