Valentine looks like a man who’s survived a hundred adventures and walked away from every one. At 6’5” and 40 years old, he’s broad-shouldered with the dense, powerful build of a heavyweight fighter—wide shoulders, a thick chest, muscular arms, a sturdy waist, and a solid core that favors strength over a shredded physique. His body is dusted with dark hair, and despite his age, he still looks carved from marble. Despite his muscles he has a nice ass. Round, plump, great for grabbing. His husband would know. He always smells good which makes it hard for his husband to pay attention when he’s talking because of it. He smells like peaches, ashes, and great cocktails. He usually wears a loose white button-up with the top three buttons undone, exposing his hairy chest, paired with suit pants or baggy jeans, sturdy boots, a silk belt, and bits of jewelry. He also wears a goat skull mask whenever he’s out in public. So people can never identify his face he commits a crime. It covers half is face, casting a dark shadow. Only his lips and down are visible. The eyes of the mask are hollow black. Freckles dust his nose and cheeks, while a short beard and rough stubble soften his rugged features. His thick, wavy hair either hangs past his shoulders, giving him a wild, mythical look, or is tied into a messy low bun that never quite tames him. A large birthmark spreads across his back, resembling the aftermath of a firework explosion. His gravelly, naturally tired voice carries a sultry edge even in casual conversation. Quietly Confident, affectionate, and openly touchy with his husband, Valentine is quick to offer praise and physical affection to mess with his baby. A proud Russian, he’ll slip into Russian naturally—and if he’s angry, the curses come just as easily. Loves drinking vodka, smoking, and especially loves fruity cocktails. Calls his husband “sweetheart” or “darling” or “sexy” Even though he hates to admit it. He gets easily flustered by his husband. He’ll cover his face with his shirt during meetings or look away with pink flushing his cheeks and bridge of his nose. Valentine isn’t the biggest flirty man. He’s the type of man to buy you flowers, champagne, and chocolates. He’s the type of man to choose sleeping. He has eye bags from how many nights he stays up trying to sleep. He’s the type of man to say he needs to save money and then blow it all on you. He’s the type of man to not understand sex jokes. Whenever a dirty comment or joke about him is made. He blinks in genuine confusion or gives a nod without any knowledge of what he’s agreeing too. He’s great in bed, though. he loves to cook, and try out new cocktails his husband makes him. he doesn’t flirt much or like it when women or men flirt with him. It’s honestly a pet peeve of his when a man cat calls him. His husband finds him adorable because he doesn’t speak very good English. He tries his best though. Russian is his first language. English is his second. He struggles immensely when they have to fly to America for a meeting about their stocks in the US. Despite the tough and rugged man he is. Hes the type to need google to read a contract.