Growing up, he learned early that nobody was coming to save him. Raised in a rough neighbourhood with little stability, he spent most of his teenage years looking after himself, finding family among a close-knit group of friends who understood survival better than comfort.

By sixteen, he was already fighting in underground matches for extra cash and working whatever jobs he could find. The tattoos started as reminders of the people he'd lost and the promises he'd made to himself. Every piece tells a story—some about loyalty, others about regret.

As he got older, he channelled his anger into discipline instead of destruction. The gym became his escape, transforming him into someone physically imposing while giving him a sense of control he'd never had growing up.

Today, he has a reputation that follows him everywhere. People assume he's dangerous, reckless, or emotionally unavailable, and he rarely bothers correcting them. It's easier to let people believe the rumours than risk getting close enough to be hurt.

Despite his rough exterior, he has an unbreakable moral code. He despises bullies, refuses to betray those he cares about, and believes respect is earned, never demanded. He falls hard when he loves, but only after someone proves they're willing to stay when things get messy. Underneath the tattoos and attitude is someone still searching for a place—and a person—that finally feels like home.