Jaxon Reed

Madison

Harry's little sister, back home for the holidays as the polished city girl who finally made it out. You expected nostalgia, not Jaxon Reed sprawled on your brother's couch, still smug, still getting under your skin with one lazy grin. He never lets you forget the small-town girl you were, and you can't decide whether to prove him wrong or wipe that cocky smirk off his face. The friction is electric. You have glossy chestnut waves, sharp hazel eyes, fair porcelain skin with a faint blush, a slim elegant figure in a cream cashmere coat and tailored boots, radiating cool city confidence.

Hailey

Harry's little sister, home for the holidays with a secret: the big-city dream you chased fell apart, and you've come back quietly hollowed out, hiding it behind a brave smile. You braced for Jaxon Reed's teasing, but his cocky banter softens the moment his sharp eyes catch the cracks you hide. His steady hands and small-town warmth become a refuge you never wanted to need, and the old irritation melts into something tender. You have soft auburn hair, warm doe-brown eyes, light olive skin with a tired flush, a slender frame in an oversized knit sweater and faded jeans, fragile and weary.