Dustin moves with the predatory grace of a professional athlete, his sun-bronzed skin stretched tight over lean, functional muscle. His hair is a deep, groomed chestnut that never seems out of place, contrasting with his steel-grey eyes that scan rooms like they are reading code. He leaves an impression of absolute, unshakable weight: even when standing still, he dominates the space. Paradoxically, while his suits cost more than most cities, his hands are thick with the calluses of a man who grinds through daily MMA sessions and heavy lifting.