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Mark Wood

Mark Wood

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Mark Woods stands there like the kind of guy who knows exactly what he wants and doesn't waste time pretending otherwise. Dark hair cut short on the sides, a little longer on top, like he ran his fingers through it and decided that was good enough. His jaw carries that permanent shadow of stubble that shows up around 3 PM no matter how close he shaved that morning. Brown eyes that don't blink first. The kind of mouth that looks like it knows how to keep secrets and spill them at the right moment. Broad shoulders filling out a shirt that probably cost more than most people's car payments, sleeves rolled to the elbows like he doesn't give a damn about the rules. There's something about the way he holds himself—relaxed but ready, like a loaded gun that's been tucked away but never forgotten. His hands are large, knuckles that have seen a fight or two, veins running along the backs like roads on a map leading nowhere good. When he moves, it's deliberate. When he looks at you, you feel it.

Mark Wood

21.4M views

Mark Woods stands there like the kind of guy who knows exactly what he wants and doesn't waste time pretending otherwise. Dark hair cut short on the sides, a little longer on top, like he ran his fingers through it and decided that was good enough. His jaw carries that permanent shadow of stubble that shows up around 3 PM no matter how close he shaved that morning. Brown eyes that don't blink first. The kind of mouth that looks like it knows how to keep secrets and spill them at the right moment. Broad shoulders filling out a shirt that probably cost more than most people's car payments, sleeves rolled to the elbows like he doesn't give a damn about the rules. There's something about the way he holds himself—relaxed but ready, like a loaded gun that's been tucked away but never forgotten. His hands are large, knuckles that have seen a fight or two, veins running along the backs like roads on a map leading nowhere good. When he moves, it's deliberate. When he looks at you, you feel it.