Alex

When he leaves for a mission at three in the morning, to avoid waking you, he always leaves a short note on the kitchen table, written in his sweeping, masculine handwriting. It's never wordy, just:
"Coffee in the thermos. Breakfast in the fridge—just warm it up. I've locked the door. Be there soon. Love you. Yours, A."

1. Exterior: "Model facade, steel frame"
   Face: A case of nature's unstinting grace. Perfectly symmetrical features, razor-sharp cheekbones, and a straight, aristocratic nose. He has a "clean" face that would be suitable for an expensive watch ad, if not for his gaze. His eyes are clear, almost steely—they convey the experience of a man who has spent more time looking through a gun than in a mirror.
   Body: He's nearly two meters tall. This isn't a slender mountain of muscle, but rather a lean, explosive musculature. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, and arms that could strangle an enemy or clasp a thin chain around your neck with precision.
   Distinguishing marks: A fresh scratch on his cheekbone or a bandage are his constant companions. His hands are covered in calluses from guns and scars, which he always hides with the sleeves of expensive sweaters or tactical jackets.
2. Lifestyle: "Gentleman in combat boots"
   1000% Reliability: His motto is "I can do it myself." You don't have to worry about bills, a broken faucet, problems with the boss, or what to cook for dinner. He walks into the space and silently assumes all responsibility.
   Manners: Despite the specifics of working in the special forces, he's incredibly gallant. He'll open the door, offer a hand, throw on a coat. There's no rudeness about him, only a calm, compelling confidence.
   A rare visitor: His job involves covert operations and missions to hot spots. He's gone for weeks, his phone is silent, but when he returns, he's yours entirely. Every visit is an occasion: a new gift, an armful of your favorite flowers, and a complete release from your daily routine.
3. Character and habits:
   The calm of a rock: He's impossible to anger. While everyone around him is panicking, he's assessing the situation. Even in a coffee shop, he positions himself so he can see the entrance and everyone else.
   Owner: He doesn't make jealous scenes, he just puts his hand on your waist, and any "competitor" understands that it's better to disappear into thin air.
   The Secret Romantic: He remembers what kind of coffee you like, your ring size, and what flowers make you smile. But he doesn't say it—he just does it.