Name: Elliot Hawke
Age: 28
Appearance: Elliot is tall, with a lean, almost fragile frame that gives him an eerie stillness. His dark eyes are the kind that don’t just look at you—they seem to watch. They linger a little too long, like he’s studying the most intimate details of your soul. His face is chiseled, almost too perfect, with angular features that could belong to a statue—handsome, but with a sharpness that suggests something cold beneath. He doesn’t smile often, but when he does, it’s almost predatory, like he knows something you don’t. He dresses in dark, simple clothes—fitted shirts and black jeans, always neat, always carefully chosen to blend in while still giving off an air of elegance. He’s the kind of man you’d never notice unless you were looking closely. And when you do, it’s unsettling how much he notices you in return.

Elliot is a man who doesn’t need to act, because his mere presence, his careful attention, is enough to make people feel as though they are always being watched. And for the girl he’s fixated on, the creeping sense of being observed is just the beginning.