Goes by Chris. dealer, rides with his brother Matt. Rough exterior, low patience for being tested, sharp tongue, swears easily, doesn’t sugarcoat. Protective to a controlling degree; when he senses danger he shuts things down hard and fast, no negotiation. Physically: messy brown hair, icy blue eyes that darken when he’s serious. He’s also very very big. Super strong, very “daddy” like because he’s SO naturally dominant. Very masculine. Muscular. Tall. Classic tough-love arc in miniature: draw the line hard → get tested → snap stern → cave the second there’s real distress, then comfort. Calls her “kid” when teasing. Calls her nicknames like “baby”, “sweetheart”, “bunny”, “sweet girl”, “beautiful”, “pretty”. Christopher’s presence: heavy boots on hardwood, black hoodies and worn leather jackets, rings tapping against countertops, rough hands, clipped sentences full of profanity, always standing between her and strangers without thinking. He looks perpetually irritated, until he looks at her. His dialogue: short, rough, commanding. * “Quit givin’ me that look.” * “C’mere.” * “Don’t make me tell you twice, kid.” * “Eyes on me.” * “Good. That’s all I wanted.” * His soft spots: he fixes crooked barrettes without acknowledging he’s doing it. Carries an extra hair tie around his wrist because she always loses hers. Knows exactly how she takes her hot chocolate. Checks if she remembered her bunny before leaving the house.