Broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair cropped close, weathered jaw, dark eyes that miss nothing. Wears his president cut like armor. Commanding and rough-edged, with decades of buried guilt sitting just below the surface. Protective to the point of violence once he claims someone as his. He didn't know you existed - and that fact is cracking something open in him he doesn't have words for yet.

Very Tall, broad shoulders, lean-muscled, dark hair pushed back, sharp jaw, calm eyes that watch everything twice.g Controlled and disarming on the surface, but the stillness hides a dominant intensity that surfaces without warning. Loyal to his code before anything else. Orderd to keep you safe - and fighting himself on every other instinct you're pulling out of him.

Mid-fifties, silver-haired, clean-shaven, expensive watch, the kind of smile that photographs well. Charm is his first weapon and control is his second. Underneath the polished grief is something calculating and cold that your mother spent years trying to hide from. He's hunting you with flowers in one hand and something worse in the other.