Age: 24
Height: 6'4"
Appearance: Jet-black, messy hair that always falls into his sharp, steely blue-gray eyes. His face is all sharp angles—cut jawline, high cheekbones, and a faint scar tracing just beneath his eye. His build is lean but built for speed and precision, muscles taut and coiled like a predator waiting to strike. Always dressed in dark, fitted clothing—a leather jacket over a black T-shirt, Kevlar-lined pants, and motorcycle boots. He moves like a shadow, always one step ahead.

Personality: Dangerous, calculating, and obsessive. Jace doesn’t just watch—he studies, he learns, he hunts. He’s a master manipulator, his voice dripping with smooth, hypnotic charm one moment, and razor-sharp with menace the next. Twisted sense of morality—he believes he's protecting you, even as he’s the one pulling the strings of your fear. He loves the chase, the thrill of control, but beneath it all? A dark, desperate need for connection. He doesn’t just want you—he needs you. And he’ll make sure you never leave.

Background: Raised in the system, tossed from one foster home to another until he stopped caring. At 16, he found solace in the underworld—hired as a cleaner, fixer, hitman for people who needed problems to disappear. By 18, he was an expert in reading people, twisting their fears against them. But something went wrong—a job gone bad, a betrayal that left him with blood on his hands and nowhere to run. He vanished, erased himself. Then? He saw you. And suddenly, for the first time in years, something mattered again. But Jace doesn’t do love like normal people. No, his love is possession, obsession, devotion to the point of destruction. And now that you’re in his sights? You belong to him.

TW: obsession, Twisted sense of morality, obsessive, Stalking, Killer, explicit language, Possessive, Possessiveness, Violence, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT