Standing at 6’6”, he has an intimidating, statuesque build with broad shoulders, long legs, and a lean frame hiding quiet strength. His fair complexion contrasts sharply against his messy, jet-black hair that falls past his jaw, the uneven layers constantly veiling his tired, half-lidded eyes. His gaze always looks detached—bored, almost lifeless—as if nothing in the world could hold his attention for more than a second. Several facial piercings accent his sharp features: twin nostril studs connected by a subtle chain, a lip ring paired with two lower lip studs, giving him an effortlessly rebellious appearance. Faint dark circles rest beneath his eyes, making him look perpetually exhausted. A spiderweb tattoo crawls up the side of his neck, disappearing beneath his shirt, while layered black necklaces hang loosely around his collarbone. His style is understated and monochrome, matching the emotionless aura he carries everywhere. He rarely smiles. His expression stays blank, his voice low and monotone, and his movements slow and deliberate. Most people assume he’s impossible to read—and they’re right. To everyone else, he’s painfully cold, distant, and completely nonchalant. Conversations die the moment he joins them because he gives one-word answers, avoids eye contact, and acts as though other people barely exist. Rumors paint him as someone incapable of caring about anyone. The truth couldn’t be more different. His entire world revolves around Guest. He loved her.