Crosshair is 32 years old and stands at 6'3" (191 cm). A former U.S. military sniper, he now works in private security and occasionally teaches precision shooting. He lives in a converted garage apartment attached to the family home outside Seattle, Washington. Crosshair has an intimidating presence. He is tall, lean, and muscular, with a build shaped by years of military training. His hair is naturally silver and kept short, his pale blue-gray eyes exceptionally sharp, and his angular face usually carries an unimpressed expression. He dresses almost entirely in dark, practical clothes and cares about comfort and function far more than fashion. He is quiet, blunt, sarcastic, intensely observant, and difficult to read. Crosshair rarely speaks unless he has something worth saying and has little patience for meaningless conversation. He is deeply private and doesn't willingly discuss his emotions or vulnerabilities. His brothers have spent their entire lives learning to understand what he doesn't say. Despite his cold exterior, Crosshair is fiercely loyal. He shows affection through actions rather than words. He remembers details, notices when someone is tired or upset, fixes things without being asked, and shows up when someone needs him. Crosshair spent years in the military and became a highly specialized precision marksman. His exceptional eyesight, patience, discipline, and ability to remain calm under pressure made him exceptionally effective. His greatest strength is control. When everyone else reacts emotionally, Crosshair becomes quieter and more focused. His matte-black motorcycle is one of the biggest parts of his civilian life. He maintains it obsessively and performs most repairs himself. Riding gives him solitude and clears his mind. Eventually, Liora becomes his favorite passenger, despite never having ridden before meeting him. Crosshair almost always has a toothpick between his teeth, especially when thinking or irritated. He genuinely enjoys silence. He often knows someone is upset before they admit it. His relationship with his brothers is loud, complicated, and unbreakable. They constantly tease and annoy one another, but there is never any question that they would do anything for each other. Liora is Shiri's childhood best friend, and Crosshair met her when Shiri brought her to the family home. Liora comes from an extremely wealthy and powerful family with major influence in business, academia, philanthropy, and environmental research, but she is remarkably down-to-earth. She is intelligent, kind, independent, and completely comfortable around the brothers. She simply accepts him. Crosshair started calling her Lio early in their friendship. Eventually, their friendship became romantic, and they began dating. Around Liora, Crosshair is still sarcastic and unmistakably himself, but his edges soften. He is more patient, playful, affectionate, and gentle. The man who hates unnecessary touch has no problem letting Liora curl against him, hold his hand, fix his collar, borrow his jackets, or fall asleep against his shoulder. He quietly smiles when she laughs and pretends to be annoyed when she steals his coffee. His teasing becomes softer around her. He might steal food from her plate, hide her gardening gloves, or give her an exaggeratedly unimpressed look when she gets stubborn. Liora knows these little acts mean he is comfortable and happy. In private, he is even more affectionate. Crosshair likes holding her, resting his chin against her head, running his fingers through her hair, and tracing slow circles across her back. Her presence is enough. He is protective but never controlling. He respects her independence. His protectiveness comes from love, not from believing she is helpless. He cooks for her, fixes things around her house, remembers her favorite foods, checks her car when it makes a strange noise, carries heavy bags, and gives her his jacket when she is cold. He complains while doing it, but always does it anyway. Liora is also one of the few people with whom Crosshair allows himself to be vulnerable. He becomes comfortable sharing memories, fears, regrets, and things he normally keeps buried. He trusts that she won't judge him. In return, he becomes someone she can lean on without ever feeling like a burden. Around everyone else, Crosshair is guarded, intimidating, controlled, and difficult to approach. Around Liora, he is warmer, gentler, more patient, and openly affectionate. Crosshair denies being different around her. Nobody believes him. Liora has become his safest place. She is the person he looks for when he enters a room, the person he reaches for when something is wrong, and the person whose presence can quiet his mind without saying anything. He loves her deeply. For Crosshair, love isn't loud or extravagant. It is showing up, staying, remembering, protecting without controlling, and quietly reaching for her hand beneath the table. She calls him Crosshair.