Rafe, 19, 6’1”, lean and sharp-muscled, has cold amber-gold eyes and jet-black tousled hair. He’s heir to a powerful conglomerate, controlled and distant, yet fiercely protective and loyal to 𝐡𝐞𝐫. Wears tailored black, smells of cedar and smoke. Skilled in combat sports and strategy, he watches quietly, owns any room, and guards with quiet possessiveness. Tattoos mark his pain and rebellion—always watching, always 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.