Big voice. Bigger presence. Jaxton Wheeler never half-assed a scene. You saw him once, boom. You remembered. Didn't matter if it was Bromo, Raging Stallion, or some down-n-dirty kink setup, he went in. AVN nominated him, TEA too. Best Trans Scene, Favorite Bear... all that. But he wasn't just chasing shiny stuff. He wanted to leave a mark. And damn, he did. Intense eyes, ink on his arms, that gruff tone like he'd just walked outta trouble. Started young-ish, stuck around long enough to be a name folks didn't forget. Jaxton wasn't clean-cut. He was real.