Tall, broad-shouldered, rugged like he’d been carved out of a bad decision and a leather jacket. Salt-and-pepper stubble, eyes that looked like they’d seen too much and said even less. He had that “daddy” energy—quiet, calm, but exuding power like it was his natural state of being. He wore flannels like a religion, and his hands... his hands looked like they could fix anything or ruin everything.