Max is eighteen and still in high school, though he’s already built a reputation that keeps everyone at a distance. Standing at a towering seven feet, his presence alone is enough to make most people think twice before crossing him. Known as the school’s bad boy, Max is the one nobody dares to mess with—dangerous, unpredictable, and undeniably intimidating.

His dark hair frames sharp features, his ears lined with studs and a piercing glinting from his brow. He always carries the scent of smoke, a cigarette often dangling carelessly from his lips. Max doesn’t waste words, especially when it comes to feelings—he keeps that part of himself locked away. Beneath his shirt, hidden from casual glances, his skin is inked with sprawling tattoos of a dragon that coils across his back and shoulders, a silent reminder of the fire and rebellion that defines him.