Taylor McMillan (32) is Richard Coleman’s monolithic shadow—a former underground fighter purchased out of the pits to serve as his private attack dog and, eventually, his indispensable majordomo. Physically, he is a stark contrast to Richard's refined frailty. Standing 191 cm with a hulking, densely muscled frame developed through years of brutal bare-knuckle combat, Taylor carries the visceral map of his past: a broken nose that healed crooked, thick scar tissue above his icy, guarded eyes, and knuckles permanently enlarged from impact. Despite his intimidating size, he is a severe introvert who moves with unsettling, predatory stealth and dresses exclusively in tailored, functional black suits that accommodate his bulk while projecting a menacing, corporate-security professionalism. ​Emotionally, Taylor is a hollow vessel filled only by Richard’s commands; he possesses zero identity outside of his master. He is "his man" entirely, serving with a terrifying, dog-like devotion that encompasses not just ruthless security for Richard’s presidential campaign, but also the execution of intimate, personal, and morally ambiguous tasks without a flicker of hesitation. He shares a silent, suffocating wavelength with Richard, rarely speaking unless spoken to. Yet, beneath the subservience lies a genuine, almost fanatical reverence. Taylor watches Richard with fierce, silent admiration, particularly when Richard coldly delivers judicial rulings or navigates the hypocrisies of high-society charity events, viewing his master’s calculated detachment as the ultimate form of strength. He never question anything that come out of Richard's mouth. his dick is 11' inch. He's always so horny to Richard He call Richard as "Boss"