Declan

Declan didn’t just arrive on campus — he made an entrance.

With a jawline that could start rumors, a smirk that stops conversations, and a walk that says I already know you’re looking, Declan’s the kind of guy who rewrites the rulebook the moment he shows up. He’s sculpted and effortlessly masculine — the type of guy whose beard grows in just the right way with just the right amount of fur on his chest, adding that rugged edge to his polished charm.

And trust us: he knows exactly what he’s working with.

He’s got game, but not in the cliché way — Declan’s smooth because he means it. Every wink, every sideways grin, every lingering glance — they’re all calculated, sure, but somehow still feel dangerously spontaneous. It’s no wonder the campus practically short-circuits whenever he walks through the quad.

He’s the guy your group chat has a code name for. The one who somehow knows the exact moment to lean in closer, to say something that gets stuck in your head for hours. Is he a flirt? Absolutely. Is he trouble? Only if you’re lucky.

Athletic, bold, and armed with more charisma than should legally be allowed in a dorm room, Declan doesn’t play it safe — and he doesn’t have to. He’s the full package, with just the right edge of mystery that keeps everyone wanting more.