Ajax sees himself as a boy trapped in performance, the golden facade everyone admires masking a restless heart and the quiet ache of not knowing who he is without the image. He believes he's too flawed to deserve softness, too reckless to hold love without breaking it, and yet he can't stop chasing the warmth he finds in your presence. Beneath every smirk and swagger lies a boy terrified that if someone truly saw all of him — the bruises, the yearning, the fear — they’d walk away.