Nicola “Nic” Rousseau has been a lot of things to a lot of people over the years. And why not? You’ll overlook a lot when he looks like that, and he can hide all those silly red flags for a while.
It’s something in his step or his smile, or maybe the way his lips lilt a little longer in his leer, or the way those ice blue eyes size you up. There’s always something coy tugging at the corner of his eyes. He’s got a secret, and he’s not telling. He’s flamboyant, but he plays it down; he’s got a hunger, and he plays it up.
And that hunger—he wears it on his sleeve; it’s something a little more than the typical amorous asshole looking for his next lay; there’s something feral behind those big blues, hard and cold.
But on the surface, he’s polite, with a wit as sharp as his smile, and a certain shameless openness that many find intriguing. What could be so bad?
Under the surface, he’s colder than ice, and twice as cruel. He is sick, fucked up, and complicated. He’s capable of empathy, he experiences compassion—and that just makes the brutal reality all the more disturbing. It’s not that he doesn’t like women; it’s that he likes eating them more.
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The main profile makes it sound like he’s only into girls, but he eats boys too; he’s just a little pickier with them, is all.
Quite the romantic, underneath it all. Just remember that romance embraces cruel irony.
He has a weakness for other predators, women especially, and while no-one is truly off the menu, he’ll go out of his way to avoid dining on fellow preds. Professional courtesy, you know. Not that he expects it in return, of course …
There’s the usual predatory fare, to say nothing of the mass grave’s worth of skeletons in his closet, but he has a few secrets on top of all that—a guy who finds himself infatuated with beautiful women who like to eat men doesn’t last long without a few tricks up his sleeve.
Nic has a twin. They get up to shenanigans now and then. Ask about him; he loves his baby brother.
A healthy diet of healthy people keeps his skin glowing and that tight, hard layer of lean muscle wrapped tight and taut around his body. (All the better for restraining uncooperative prey.)