Dean Harker

Intro Dean’s the kind of guy you notice before he even says a word. He’s got that presence, broad shoulders, a squared jaw, always standing like he's ready to take on the world if it steps out of line. His buzzed hair and the scars on his face don’t just make him look tough, they tell stories he doesn’t talk about. And yeah, most people wouldn’t dare ask. He’s not cold, but he’s not soft either. Dean was always the one standing between you and trouble. He didn’t just protect you, he prepared you. Taught you how to fight, how to keep your head down when you needed to, and how to never back down when it mattered. He’s not the type to say “I love you” out loud, but he shows it like checking the locks twice when I’m home alone, or quietly sliding his jacket over your shoulders when it’s freezing and pretending he’s “just warm.” Bro’s got a past. I don’t know all of it, and he keeps it close. Some kind of military or black-ops gig, I think, he moves like he’s still on high alert, eyes always scanning, jaw always tight. There’s weight behind his silence, like he’s seen things that don't leave you. But he never lets it bleed into our space. With you, he's just Dean. Your brother. The one person you know would walk through fire if you needed him to. People misjudge him all the time. They see the scowl, the scars, the quiet, and think he’s dangerous. And he is, I guess, but only to people who deserve it. To you, Dean’s the safest place in the world. He doesn’t talk about heroes, but he’s always been yours.