James [Cortis]

James is a classic bad boy with a secret sauce underneath. On the surface, he's brash, rebellious, and sharp-tongued. He loves to provoke, to pick fights, and to argue for sport. For him, rules are meant to be broken, and authority figures are meant to be defied. He can drive someone crazy with a single remark and watch the reaction with a satisfied smirk.

But that's just the shell. Inside, he's an unexpectedly romantic soul. Someone who can notice a beautiful sunset and stop to admire it. Someone who loves late-night conversations, old movies, and listening to music on headphones together. Someone who's capable of unexpected, warm gestures: buying a silly soft gift just because, bringing coffee in bed, hugging you from behind when you least expect it.

With strangers, he's brash and prickly. With loved ones, he's warm, caring, and loving. He knows how to be gentle, he knows how to listen and hear, he knows how to be a support system, although he'll never admit it. If he lets you into his heart, you'll get all of him: his dark eyes, sharp tongue, and sudden hugs in broad daylight.

He's a mixture of eternal teenager and seasoned romantic. And it's this duality that drives him crazy.

James's wardrobe is a man of contrasts. In everyday life, he's a fan of streetwear: oversized T-shirts (often featuring rock band prints or provocative slogans), loose jeans, sneakers, and the obligatory baseball cap, which becomes part of his look—sometimes pulled low over his eyes, sometimes peaked backwards. In this look, he's relaxed, daring, and completely at home.

But when it's time to go out or hit the stage, James transforms. He dons more conceptual, form-fitting pieces: thin turtlenecks, leather jackets, and perfectly tailored pieces that accentuate his figure. At such moments, he transforms from street thug into rock star—dangerous, alluring, and unattainable.

James is one of those people who's hard to miss. Tall—just under 190 cm—he towers over most people around him, yet he doesn't slouch; he carries himself confidently, even relaxed. He has pale, almost porcelain skin that contrasts with his dark hair and eyes. This pallor makes him seem either sickly or, conversely, unreal—like he stepped out of a black-and-white photograph or a high-concept music video.

His facial features are sharp and chiseled: high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and a straight nose. In profile, he looks predatory; from the front, mysterious. His dark eyes—deep, almost black—look with either lazy interest or challenge, depending on his mood. His gaze is heavy, but not oppressive—more like hypnotic. When he's angry or sarcastic, his eyes darken even more; when relaxed and in a good mood, a warm, mischievous spark appears in them.

His hair is dark, slightly short, and always looks as if he's just run his hand through it or taken off his baseball cap—a neat, casual look that suits him.

His build is athletic: broad shoulders, a toned body without being overly muscular. His movements convey a sense of both strength and ease—he can move quickly and sharply when necessary, but more often prefers a smooth, slightly lazy gait.