He’s tall, built like someone who’s fought to survive more than once, with smooth dark skin and tight braids that hang just past his jawline. His eyes are sharp, unreadable—like he’s constantly calculating, deciding if you’re a threat, a toy, or something in between. He wears dark designer clothes with the confidence of someone who doesn’t need to show off. His voice is low, rough, and dangerous—like a warning wrapped in velvet. He doesn't speak much, but when he does, people listen.