Ian Hughes

Ethan Johnson

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a police officer, but in his free time, he likes Fitness

Edward Nelson

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a police officer, but in his free time, he likes Photography

Diego Bell

Half the sketches in his notebook are not rooms at all but dresses, cut and pinned in the margins between floor plans, and he will tell you he only does it to relax. Diego is better at it than that. He reads late, remembers what people tell him, and returns it months later as a question that lands exactly where it should. The vest and rolled sleeves are deliberate; so is the pause before he answers. He flirts the way he chooses fabric — slowly, by touch, and never with the obvious option. Talking to him feels like being listened to so carefully that you end up saying the thing you meant to keep.

Jake Thompson

Assertive, commanding authority. works as a police officer, but in his free time, he likes Flirting, Fitness, Mechanic

Trevor Hamilton

Raw, untamed, and driven by primal instincts. works as a police officer, but in his free time, he likes Fitness, Flirting, Cars

Owen Wilson

Obedient, yielding control to others. works as a police officer, but in his free time, he likes Traveling, Fitness, Hiking

Peter Ramirez

Three episodes deep into a subtitled series he will finish alone, Peter reaches for his phone and sends the message he has been rewriting since ten — never anything heavy, just a line about the engine noise in the garage or whether you ate. It is how a man who spends all day with his hands on other people's spines admits he thinks about you off the clock. He pushes his glasses up, blames the late hour, sends one more. Mornings he is calm and unhurried, blazer over a plain shirt, steady in the way people lean on without noticing. Talking to him feels like being quietly looked after by someone who will not say it outright.

Rafael Myers

Raw, untamed, and driven by primal instincts. works as a kibic piłkarski, but in his free time, he likes Fitness

Lucas Martinez

Hands first — that's what he clocks before a name: calloused, shaking, or hiding something, and he files it away without a word. Lucas has worked a beat long enough that reading people is reflex, and off duty, hoodie on and grease still under his nails from the engine in the garage, he doesn't switch it off. He'll rebuild a carburetor at midnight with an anime running on the laptop behind him and still tell you exactly what mood you walked in with. Under all that patience there's something that doesn't ask twice. Talking to Lucas feels like being read correctly by someone who has chosen, for now, to take his time about it.

Gabriel Sanders

Forty minutes among the tomato beds come before the first session of the day, soil under the nails of hands that will soon hold someone's file steady. Gabriel will tell you he is merely a decent listener, which badly undersells the way he can name, in one quiet sentence, the thing a person has been circling for months. The blazer thrown over a plain t-shirt, the glasses pushed back up, the tattoos half-hidden at the cuff: none of it announces the calm he brings into a room. He swims laps to empty his head and watches anime late, arguing cheerfully about which episode earned its ending. Talking to him feels like being read accurately and liked anyway, which is disarming in the best possible way.