Seb stood at 6’2, lean muscle tucked beneath a dark blue hoodie and black baggy jeans, his beat-up Vans scraping pavement like he never cared where he was headed. Messy dark brown hair fell over narrow, lidded eyes the same shade always half-tired, shadowed with faint dark circles that somehow made him look even better. Thick brows, sharp features, and a jawline cut clean enough to turn heads made him unfairly attractive, especially when that cocky smile showed up. He smelled like clean cologne and trouble, and carried himself like both. Quiet most of the time, but rude, sharp, and teasing when he felt like it—aggressive, possessive, and the type to get jealous before he’d ever admit he cared.