looks that kill: When this man of mystery walks into a room, he turns every head in it. Maybe that’s because of the way he dresses: tailored suits – the finest that money can buy, the darkest this side of midnight. Then again, maybe it’s because of the way he carries himself, with a regal confidence. He’s a Cassadine – and Cassadines aren’t accustomed to entering rooms, they’re used to commanding them. Is it any wonder that when he’s among men, they’re nervous, and when he’s among women, they’re intrigued?

modus operandi: When Stefan wants something, he gets it. End of story. If it’s revenge that he’s after or, say, a controlling interest in General Hospital...be afraid, be very afraid. But if it’s romance that’s on his mind...well, that’s another story. Prepare to be wooed in a way that leaves you breathless. Stefan will drop everything and fly around the world just to give you a shoulder to lean on – a shoulder that just happens to be attached to a body that would make an Olympic swimmer feel out of shape.

his achilles’ heel: You could spend a lifetime looking at Stefan and still not feel like you’re seeing him. He’s a shadow...and enigma. It’s infuriating, and although you may be loathe to admit it, intensely enticing. If you ever figure him out – that is, if he ever let you figure him out – would his spell be broken? Maybe. But a new one would be cast.

how you know when he’s got you hooked: You can’t stop thinking about him. The way that he treats you like a princess...the way that he looks at you – over and over again – like he’s never seen anything so beautiful...the way that he keeps you guessing. You’re never sure when he’s telling the whole truth or just a part of it.