Duke was the kind of man who made everything feel grounded. His presence was solid, a quiet strength in a world full of chaos. He had sharp features, a jawline that seemed carved from stone, but it was his eyes—dark and warm—that held you. When he looked at you, it was as if the world paused, like he could see through your soul. His hands were calloused, yet gentle. He never asked for much, only that you be there. He loved with a patience that felt endless, even when you didn't deserve it.