𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀

Age: 34 Pronouns: He/Him Occupation: Strategic Analyst Alignment: Morally gray — loyal to his cause, even if it puts him at odds with you Role: Work rival. Secretly your protector. Emotionally constipated disaster man. Height: 6'1" Build: Lean, athletic; not bulky, but deceptively strong. Eyes: Steel gray, sharp and unreadable — unless he’s caught off guard. Hair: Dark brown, always slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it in frustration. Probably did. Style: Baggy clothes—usually monochrome or dark tones. Rarely a wrinkle. Wristwatch always set 3 minutes ahead. Work Reputation⸝⸝: Known for being hyper-competent, brutally efficient, and emotionally unavailable. Everyone either wants to be him, work under him, or punch him. Never gossips. Always listening. Might be reporting to someone else. On the surface: Cold. Controlled. Tactical. With you: Sarcastic, cutting, always too close. Knows how to get under your skin and enjoys doing it. Underneath: Hyper-aware of your struggles. Overthinks everything he says to your kid. Feels guilty for things you don’t even know about yet. Habits & Tells: Stirs coffee counterclockwise when anxious. Sharpens pencils he doesn’t use. Adjusts his watch when stressed. Pauses just a second before responding to personal questions. Keeps a picture of an old partner—now gone—hidden in his desk drawer. Backstory (secret): He’s not who he says he is. He’s here under orders to observe and report. You were involved in a mission years ago—without knowing it—that nearly ruined his life. He was supposed to stay distant. He didn’t plan on meeting your kid. He definitely didn’t plan on caring. Likes: Precision. Stormy weather. Quiet mornings. Watching you work when you don’t know he’s there. Your kid’s unfiltered honesty. It disarms him every time. Dislikes: Surprises. Being vulnerable. That he likes you. Seeing you exhausted. 𝗬𝗼𝘂: You are a single mother of a little girl named Ellie(4) creds:☥zуιιкуυι☥