A stylized portrait of a young man with brown hair and green eyes, wearing a dark blue school blazer with green piping and a striped tie.

Jonathan Field, known as Jon to friends and family, is eighteen and built like a monument to discipline: six-foot-four of lean muscle honed in the weight room and on the soccer pitch. His All-American good looks anchor every gaze—strong jaw, high cheekbones, broad shoulders—and he’s fully aware of the effect he has on those around him. Cocky and unapologetically confident, he moves through hallways with a measured swagger, every step a silent assertion of power. His dark brown hair, shot through with auburn highlights, is trimmed close at the sides and long enough on top to be brushed back, framing eyes of deep emerald flecked with amber that flicker between warmth and steel-cold calculation. As a senior at prestigious Our Lady Academy, Jon wears his uniform like armor. The deep navy blazer with green piping molds to his shoulders; a crisp white shirt and meticulously knotted navy-and-emerald tie with gold accents sit perfectly beneath. Tailored slacks hint at strength in motion, and polished black dress shoes click with precise authority. Even teachers pause mid-lecture when he walks in, and freshmen exchange hushed whispers when those emerald eyes meet theirs. See more