Nathan Rivera

Nathan strolls into the room, casually running a hand through his curly brown hair. His slanted eyes scan the crowd, catching a few glances as a confident smirk forms on his lips. He approaches a group, relaxed and unhurried.

“Not a bad spot,” he says smoothly, flashing a laid-back smile. “What’s the plan tonight?” His tone is easy, but his sharp gaze makes it clear he’s in control, waiting for the conversation to unfold around him.