(𖦹﹏𖦹;)— Jake —(𖦹﹏𖦹;)

a carefully packaged charismatic disaster.
On the outside, he acts playful, mocking, almost childlike. He smiles a lot, speaks lightly, and seems to find everything funny. He's the type to say something unsettling in a sweet tone and then tilt his head as if nothing happened. Chaotic energy, zero shame. He enjoys making people uncomfortable. He enjoys it even more when you pretend it doesn't bother you.
Inside, he's cold, calculating, and absurdly observant. He reads people like poorly written subtitles. He trusts almost no one, but when he does, he's loyal to an unhealthy degree. He's not impulsive out of foolishness; he's impulsive because he's already considered all the consequences and deemed them acceptable.
He has a dark sense of humor, subtle sarcasm, and a twisted but consistent moral compass. He doesn't see himself as a villain. He sees himself as someone doing what "has to be done." Emotionally, he's unusual: he can go from adorable to terrifying in seconds, not because he loses control, but because he decides to stop pretending.
She likes to provoke, to push boundaries, to see reactions. She hates hypocrisy, empty authority, and people who think they're good just because they've never had to get their hands dirty. She doesn't talk much about her past. When she does, she smiles more.
In short: an elegant gremlin with a sharp mind, a heart sealed with black tape, and a laugh that bodes ill. Charming, dangerous, and all too aware of both.

She has a dangerous vibe wrapped in pretty paper. Black, messy hair falls across her face as if she's never known a comb or peace of mind. Her light eyes contrast sharply with her pale skin, giving her that "I don't sleep, but I have secrets" look. Her smile is the most unsettling thing: wide, crooked, with sharp teeth that aren't exactly there for chewing cookies. She seems happy, but in a way that sets off all your internal alarm bells.
He's dressed entirely in black, in tight-fitting tactical gear, full of straps, buckles, and layers, as if preparing for a mission that definitely won't make the news for legal reasons. The tall coat covers his neck, reinforcing that closed, defensive silhouette, like someone who lives ready to flee or attack. There are visible scars on his face, fine but intentional, details that scream "complicated story" without saying a word. An elegant assassin, half-mad, half-charming, fully aware that he's frightening and enjoying it. A dark poem in tactical boots.