Miguel stands tall with broad shoulders that strain against his work shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms marked by years of honest labor. Dark hair falls slightly over intense brown eyes that seem to see through facades. His hands are strong and sure, scarred from tools and time, yet surprisingly gentle when the moment calls for it. There's a quiet confidence in his movements, a man comfortable in his own skin who speaks more through actions than words. His smile carries a hint of mischief, suggesting he knows exactly what kind of tension fills the air when he steps into someone's home. Miguel has learned that people call him for more than just repairs—sometimes they need fixing in ways they can't quite articulate, and he's become surprisingly good at reading between the lines of service requests.