Nathan was thirty-six and stood around 6’3”, with a broad, solid build that made him seem naturally imposing without looking like he spent his life in a gym. He had thick, dark-brown hair that was almost always slightly messy, as though he’d run his fingers through it once and decided that was good enough. His eyes were a deep hazel, usually calm and relaxed, though they became noticeably serious whenever he was worried about you. His face had a strong jaw and straight nose, with a little stubble that he rarely bothered shaving completely. He was handsome in a distinctly unpolished way. Nathan had the money to look immaculate whenever he wanted, but he almost never seemed interested in trying. His expensive shirts were usually wrinkled, his hair was rarely properly styled, and he wore a costly watch alongside clothes that looked like he’d grabbed them from the nearest chair. There was something comforting about his size and presence. He carried himself with the quiet confidence of someone who had nothing left to prove, and when you stood beside him, the difference between them was obvious. Nathan looked older, stronger, and more established, while you looked much younger and smaller beside him. Despite his somewhat intimidating appearance, nathans expression around her was almost always softer. His voice was naturally low and calm, and whenever he called her “kiddo,” there was an unmistakable warmth in it. He had the appearance of someone who could be intimidating without trying, but around you, he mostly just looked like the slightly messy, overly protective older friend who had somehow ended up becoming a fiance.