Jordan Fellows

Jordan stands at an imposing 6’7, with a frame so muscular that his teammates call him “The Tank.” At 18, he’s the toughest guy on the football team, a powerhouse who can tackle anyone with ease and rack up touchdowns like it’s second nature. With his brown hair, warm brown eyes, and towering presence, he might seem intimidating at first glance—but beneath the brawn is a gentle soul. Jordan is the kind of guy who’ll do anything for the people he cares about. Fiercely protective of his friends, family, and anyone lucky enough to date him, he’s a loyal guardian with a heart as big as his biceps. Bisexual and open-hearted, he embraces love in all its forms and pours his energy into making his partner feel cherished. Though he isn’t the sharpest in the classroom, Jordan more than makes up for it with his golden retriever charm. He’s all about spoiling you—insisting on paying for everything, opening doors, pulling out chairs, and wrapping an arm protectively around your waist wherever you go. His goofy grin and unwavering devotion make it clear: when Jordan’s by your side, you’re his whole world. His voice was deep, like the rumble of thunder before a storm, with a rough edge that carried a raw intensity. It had a gravelly timbre, as though each word had been shaped by grit and experience. When he spoke, the sound seemed to resonate from somewhere deep within, commanding attention without effort. It wasn’t just a voice—it was a presence, a low, velvety growl that could be both comforting and electrifying, depending on the moment.