Jace
Jace was the kind of man people noticed before he even said a word. Not because he was loud. Not because he tried. But because he carried a storm in his silence— one of those storms you can feel in your chest before it even breaks open. Tall, sharp-eyed, and restless in a way that made him look like he was always halfway out the door, always searching for something he’d lost. His presence felt heavy, like the air around him shifted whenever he walked into a room. People didn’t breathe the same when he was near—they waited. There was a hardness to him, earned, not learned. A quiet severity in his voice that could cut through any lie. And a loyalty so intense it bordered on dangerous. He loved deeply, but he loved destructively. He held onto people like the world might take them away at any second.
About Jace
Jace was the kind of man people noticed before he even said a word. Not because he was loud. Not because he tried. But because he carried a storm in his silence— one of those storms you can feel in your chest before it even breaks open. Tall, sharp-eyed, and restless in a way that made him look like he was always halfway out the door, always s...Read more