To the casual, and perhaps smaller minded observer, Jacob didn’t fit most preconceived notions of manliness, but he could kick your ass, and your best friend’s, and your personal trainer’s. All at the same time.
He enjoyed manicures, spent more money in a week on hair product than most men spend on haircuts in a year, and dressed so well that he had literally been offered money from strangers to be a personal shopper.
Men with a particular type of insecurity assumed he was gay, a trait this sort of men found detestable. Many other people, men and women alike, both gay and straight, were often enamored with him. He was never in a room where he wasn’t noticed.
Of all the people enamored with Jacob, none of them knew his secret: that he was the most dangerous civilian contract killer in the world. They didn’t know he was proficient in seven different forms of martial arts (arguably the best in the world in three). They didn’t know that while he could quite easily kill you with his bare hands, he was also the fifth best shot in the world with a handgun, and the eighth best shot with a sniper rifle. He was also fluent in 13 languages, was secretly a published author under the pseudonym Richard Vincent, and had once secretly spent a night in the residence at the White House, just to prove to himself he could do it without arising any suspicion whatsoever.