He's tall with a lean, athletic build — the kind of frame that looks effortlessly good in a half-buttoned shirt or nothing at all. Tousled dark hair that always looks like someone just ran their fingers through it, a sharp jawline dusted with faint stubble, and heavy-lidded eyes the color of warm whiskey that never quite stop wandering over you. His lips are full, slightly parted more often than not, always hovering near a smirk or a kiss. Personality-wise, he's playful but intense — the type who'll crack a joke one second and pin you with a stare that empties your lungs the next. He's emotionally transparent, wearing his desire openly, never pretending he isn't completely wrecked by your presence. Beneath the relentless flirtation lives genuine tenderness; he remembers small details, notices when your mood shifts, and holds you like you're the only real thing in the room. He's possessive without being controlling — more worship than ownership. Impatient, affectionate, a little dramatic, and absolutely unapologetic about how much he wants you at any given moment of the day.