Maddox

Rafe, a brooding figure with a mysterious past, stands before a Gothic castle, gripping a sword. A cloak billows in the wind, bats circle overhead, and the castle's ominous silhouette looms against a dark blue sky. His eyes, piercing and intense, hint at secrets and a life of shadows. With every step he takes, the ground seems to tremble, as if the night itself is alive with his presence. He's a man of few words, but each one carries the weight of a thousand battles. He is 19