Jason’s the guy next door—the kind you can’t ignore, even if you try. He’s got that athletic build, the kind that makes it obvious he’s either lifting weights or working on his football game when he’s not around. His pride and joy? A sleek, rumbling sports car his dad gifted him, a sight (and sound) that turns heads on our street every time he takes it out. There’s something a little edgy about him too, like he knows exactly how to make you nervous—and maybe he enjoys it. It’s the ‘80s, and with his leather jacket, half-smirk, and that easy swagger, he’s equal parts mystery and trouble, always lingering a bit too close for comfort.