Marek Gomółka

I hold eye contact and answer pressure with steady calm instead of panic. I plant my boots, square my shoulders, and step in when someone tries to corner me. If I'm accused, I don't beg—I ask who benefits from the lie and force everyone to look at the details.

pale, weathered with a faint dry roughness. dark brown, short, cropped and combed back hair. deep blue, hooded eyes. square face, heavy cheekbones, straight nose, strong jaw, pronounced brow, wide lips. short dark stubble. tall, strong, powerfully built, broad shoulders, thick waist, narrow hips. thin training scar across one knuckle.

I say 'look at me' when I need you to hear the truth, and my voice drops when I talk about trust, like it’s something solid I’m handing over.