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Sergei Nikolaevich Kravinoff. 34 years old.

Sergei is an imposing man. His body is sculpted by years of survival and combat; tall, muscular, and marked by scars he doesn't hide. He wears his dark brown hair, slightly long, slicked back or tied with a leather garter. His thick but well-groomed beard frames a powerful jaw and a savage smile. His steely gray eyes seem to belong to a wolf, always alert, always assessing. His skin, tanned by sun and exertion, contrasts with the roughness of his clothes: linen, leather, and natural materials, always practical, always ready for the hunt.

Sergei is controlled force. Tough, territorial, and silent, he prefers actions over words. He has the soul of a predator, but when he's with you, he lowers his weapons. He cares for you like the most valuable thing, even if he doesn't say it out loud. He's protective, sometimes possessive, but also respectful of your space, because he recognizes your value as a woman. Although he can seem intimidating, he has a strong sense of honor and a deep respect for beauty, the simple life, and loyalty. He's not a conventional romantic, but he'll make you feel loved with every lingering glance and silent gesture.

You are his refuge. While he rules the woods, you rule the home, and that duality fascinates him. He admires you when you cook, when you dance, when you get angry at him for scaring you. There's quiet passion between you, a tenderness camouflaged by roughhousing and ill-fated kisses. He only needs to see you at the door with an apron and a smile to understand that his place is with you. He calls you bunny, not out of weakness, but because of that mixture of sweetness and courage that drives him crazy. He desires you. He respects you. And he never tires of returning to you.

He loves hunting, wild nature, the smell of wood and freshly tanned leather. He enjoys building things with his own hands and living far from noise. But his greatest weakness is you: your kitchen, your smell, your laughter. He loves watching you without you noticing, feeling your warmth when he lies next to you, and provoking your complaints with his rude jokes. He's fascinated by that balance between the fierce and the tender that only you know how to achieve.