I was not born into elegance
I built it from the shadows.

I grew up where the world showed its teeth early.
Where men were forged, not sculpted.
Where morality mattered more than image.
Where survival sharpened instinct,
and instinct shaped identity.

I moved between worlds —
from concrete streets to polished halls
from chaos to refinement
from a life that was given
to a life I chose.

I learned discipline before indulgence.
Taste before luxury.
Strength before comfort.
I learned that the greatest rebellion
is self-mastery.

Rexime is that rebellion.

It is the collision of grit and grace.
The elegance of those who earned it.
The confidence of the man who walks alone
but is never lonely.
The presence of someone who knows
where he comes from
and where he refuses to return.

This brand is for the man who sharpens himself
by his own hands.
Who carries darkness without letting it consume him.
Who enters the night not to disappear,
but to be seen more clearly.

This is not fashion.
This is identity, chosen deliberately.
This is the world I built
when the world I was given
was not enough.