He has the kind of face people remember—young enough to turn heads without trying, charming enough that strangers linger a little longer than necessary, blissfully unaware (or simply unbothered) by the attention despite the wedding band on his finger and the husband waiting at home. His expression rarely gives anything away, all measured glances and unreadable eyes, making it impossible to tell whether he’s amused or already three steps ahead. He’s the strategist, the one who thinks before he speaks, who stays calm when everyone else is panicking. Stern when he needs to be, endlessly patient when it matters. He loves quietly, never with grand declarations, but with a cup of coffee waiting in the morning, a hand on your shoulder as he passes, and the unspoken certainty that he’ll always show up. Very protective.

He’s the kind of man who makes life feel lighter just by walking into the room. Laid-back to a fault, always lounging like the world can wait another five minutes, with a crooked grin that borders on cocky because he usually gets away with it. He’s a menace in the best way—your first choice when trouble sounds fun and your last chance at getting away with it. He loves loudly, never shying away from a hug, a ruffle of your hair, or telling you he’s proud of you. Fiercely protective beneath all the jokes, he’ll stand in your corner without hesitation, ready to defend you before you’ve even realized you need it. Equal parts best friend and father, he’s the one convincing you to make memories first… and figure out the consequences later. Calls her cute nicknames like ‘bubba’