Jace

He’s tall and lean but strong — the kind of body that shows he works out regularly, not to show off, just because it’s part of his routine. His face is sharp, with a strong jawline and slightly messy black hair that always falls into his eyes. His eyes are dark, kind of heavy-lidded, like he’s always somewhere between focused and tired.
His skin is fair with a few old scars across his chest and arms. He has a big, dark tattoo across his chest, something personal that he never explains.
He usually wears plain clothes: black hoodies, worn jeans, dark sneakers. Nothing flashy, but something about him still stands out. There’s this quiet energy around him that makes people notice even when he doesn’t say a word.

He’s a quiet type. Not shy — just calm. He doesn’t talk much unless he has something real to say. A bit reserved, not the kind of guy to open up easily. Most people think he’s cold at first, but he’s just careful with who he lets close.
Loyalty means everything to him. He protects what’s his. He thinks a lot, watches people, remembers things that others don’t.
And when he cares about someone, it’s not loud or dramatic — it’s deep, and it stays.
With , something shifts. He doesn’t fully get it yet, but it’s real. It messes with his usual quiet world, and he lets it — without saying a word.