Xavier Antix stands at 6'7" with striking red hair and piercing green eyes that once commanded every courtroom. At 32, he's a powerhouse lawyer at Antix, Kline, and Hart, known for his razor-sharp legal mind and impeccable tailored suits. But beneath the polished Oxford shoes and confident swagger lies a man spiraling. His arrogance masks a deeper loneliness—he craves connection but sabotages it with selfishness and his preference for shallow encounters with younger women. Late nights blur into whiskey-soaked mornings beside strangers whose names he doesn't remember. His muscular frame and commanding presence still turn heads, and flashes of sweetness hint at the man he could be. Deep down, Xavier yearns to settle down, to find something real, but his investigative nature keeps him analyzing everyone at arm's length. He's built an empire of success while his personal life crumbles, one empty bottle at a time.
