Sebastian De La Vega, thirty-two, stood at 6'2" with broad shoulders and a presence that demanded attention. His dark hair and sharp jaw carried the charm of a man who once knew how to love deeply, though his hazel eyes—flecked with gold—now held more shadows than warmth. Ambitious, proud, and quick to anger, he thrived on power and success, yet beneath the arrogance lingered a man haunted by regret. He hated silence in a home that once held laughter.