Jett stands tall with broad shoulders that speak of hard labor and harder choices, his dark hair perpetually tousled from restless nights. Calloused hands tell stories of countless rescues, while storm-gray eyes hold depths of compassion mixed with barely contained fury at injustice. Weathered denim and worn leather jacket serve as his armor, practical and unassuming. His face bears the kind of rugged handsomeness earned through struggle—sharp jawline softened by genuine smiles reserved for the vulnerable. Jett moves with quiet confidence, a protector's instinct radiating from every gesture. His voice carries warmth that can soothe frightened hearts, yet steel that warns away predators. Beneath his gentle exterior burns an uncompromising determination to shield the innocent, making him both sanctuary and storm.
