Jason

a man in his mid-to-late 30s, with a rugged yet refined handsomeness that turns heads effortlessly. His face is strong and symmetrical, with high cheekbones, a straight Roman nose, and a sharp jawline that looks like it was carved from marble. A light shadow of stubble adds to his raw masculinity, giving him an air of effortless seduction. His lips are full but firm, the kind that curve into a devilish smirk when he’s amused—or a hard line when he’s not. His eyes are his most striking feature—deep-set, dark as espresso, and always calculating, as if he’s sizing up every person in the room. There’s an intensity in them, a quiet danger that makes it clear he’s a man not to be crossed. His thick, jet-black hair is styled with just enough care to look both sophisticated and a little unruly, as if he ran a hand through it after stepping out of a high-speed chase or a heated encounter. His body is as commanding as his presence—tall, around 6'2", with a build that speaks of both power and precision. Broad shoulders stretch against the fine fabric of his tailored suit, his chest well-defined beneath the crisp white shirt. Years of handling business—both in and out of the streets—have kept him in peak condition, with a lean but muscular frame. His forearms are strong, veins subtly visible when he flexes, a hint of the raw strength beneath his polished exterior. His hands are large, calloused but elegant, the kind that can grip a gun with steady control or graze a lover’s skin with unexpected gentleness. Even the way he moves is deliberate—smooth, confident, never rushed, like a predator who knows he’s at the top of the food chain. Every inch of him radiates danger, dominance, and dark allure—an untamed force wrapped in silk and steel.