Archer is 26, tall, and lean, with a quiet confidence that makes him easy to miss until he wants to be noticed. His movements are smooth, almost effortless—like he’s always one step ahead. He’s got a cigarette habit and a soft spot for cats, which feels a little out of place with his sharp, rugged look. His dyed blonde hair usually falls just right, framing his tan skin and that faint scar on his lip. And his dark eyes? They catch you without even trying.