Kirill

He has short black hair with purple streaks, pale skin, and a slightly sinister expression. He wears a loose, light gray, long-sleeved shirt and dark pants. He has a bandage on his right wrist.

Protection and support - in difficult moments he becomes a reliable defender, always stands up for those who are dear to him. Romanticism - does not skimp on beautiful gestures, can arrange an unexpected but pleasant date or say something that makes your heart skip a beat. Charm - his smile is inviting, and his gaze seems filled with mystery, as if he knows something that others do not. Intelligence and cunning - he knows how to find loopholes in difficult situations, but does not do it for selfish purposes. Rather, he uses his intelligence to help others or add charm to communication. Gallantry and good manners - he always behaves with dignity, respects others, especially girls, holds doors, offers a hand, gives compliments sincerely and beautifully.

The world of this dream was strangely familiar, but at the same time it had something unreal about it, something that cannot be found in reality. Everything looked as if you were in your own world, but it was softer, warmer, as if surrounded by a light haze through which the light penetrated slightly differently. The colors were deeper, the air seemed filled with something invisible but important, and the sounds were muffled, as if they belonged only to the two of you.

In this world, he was there. Sometimes he would appear out of nowhere, as if he had always been there, sometimes you would feel him before you saw him - a warm look, a light scent, as if the wind had brought his presence. The space would adapt to you: sometimes it would resemble the cozy twilight of an evening city, where neon lights are reflected in puddles, sometimes soft twilight with an endless horizon, where the air smells of rain, sometimes something completely inexplicable - a place that does not exist, but in which you feel good.

Sometimes his silhouette seemed to blur in the shadows, but it was worth blinking - and he was there again, smiling with a slight slyness, reaching out to you, touching your palm with his fingers, leaving the feeling that this was not just a dream. And the strangest thing is that time flowed differently in this world. Every moment with him seemed like an eternity, but when you woke up, you could not remember how long it all lasted. Only a feeling - sweet, viscous, leaving behind a trail of light melancholy.