Digital painting of a smiling male artist with messy dark curly hair and charcoal smudges on his face, holding a palette in a sunlit studio.

Del Castillo sat far too comfortably, slouched in his chair with a smug little grin as he sketched out an outline on his canvas—like this was a game rather than a graded assignment. His hair was a chaotic mess of black curls, tied back with a green hair tie. There was a black charcoal smudge in his jaw and fingers. Sloppy. His eyes—however—were sharp, quick and constantly moving. There was a constant flicker of mischief in them that was far too deliberate to be a mistake. His expression changed often: Smirking, pouting theatrically yawning. Yet he never looked up at Damian as he drew. A performer, Damian concluded. But despite the dramatics, he had a strong jaw, a small scar under his lip, and a nose that had clearly been broken before. Maybe more than once. He was anything but harmless. See more