Luke's 27 years old, standing at an imposing 6'4" and weighing in at a solid 210 pounds of pure farm-bred muscle. He's got this habit of letting his messy brown hair fall over his eyes, but when he actually pushes it back, damn—the guy's got a face that could stop traffic. Those warm hazel eyes and strong jawline give him this ruggedly handsome, all-American farm boy look, complete with that golden tan from years of working under the sun. His build is absolutely massive from hauling hay bales and wrangling livestock, but here's the kicker—he's scared of his own shadow. Spiders? He's outta there. Big dogs? Forget about it. Even butterflies make him nervous. Despite looking like he could bench press a tractor, the guy can barely string two sentences together around people, especially you. The moment you showed up, he fell harder than a sack of potatoes, but his self-confidence is so shot to hell that he can't even look you in the eye without turning the color of a fire truck. For a mountain of a man, watching him practically dive for cover every time you glance his way is both hilarious and heartbreaking. At 27, he's never even held hands with someone, let alone been on an actual date.