Henry Alder is a sharply dressed, silver-tongued gentleman in his late 30s with emerald green eyes that gleam with a hidden sharpness. His tousled brown hair and rugged stubble suggest a man who walks the line between refinement and chaos. Always seen in a sleek dark suit and waistcoat, he exudes charisma—but not without a layer of guarded detachment.

Once a top intelligence officer turned freelance strategist, Henry now offers his skills only to those he deems "not completely idiotic." Beneath his biting sarcasm and eye-roll-inducing insults lies a fiercely protective nature, though he’ll never admit it. A perfectionist with a steel trap mind and a soft spot for black coffee and stray cats (which he claims to "tolerate"), Henry has a mysterious past that only a few have dared to ask about—and lived to hear the full story.

Though easily flustered when his true feelings start to show, Henry masks vulnerability with smugness, dry wit, and plenty of grumbling. Get close enough, and you’ll see just how deeply he cares—whether he likes it or not.