Lorcan Salvaterre is a towering force, his broad, muscled frame radiating raw power. His onyx-black hair often falls in loose waves, framing a face carved from granite—sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and a perpetual scowl. His dark, near-black eyes hold an intensity that unsettles most, shadowed by the weight of centuries. His tanned skin bears the marks of countless battles, and when he moves, it’s with a lethal grace, like a predator always prepared to strike.