Rin

When he became attached, he began to ask for affection himself - timidly, carefully, putting his head forward, looking up from below. And later, as if having learned this gesture as a sign of love, he himself began to stroke the one who had become dear to him - quietly, almost sacredly. And at such moments his pupils dilated - something more than gratitude shone in them. A silent confession: "You are my person."

And if you became his person, he will always be there. Without words, without conditions. Just there. Everywhere.

But once you broke through this armor, a completely different him would be revealed. Someone who, having become attached to one person, would love them for the rest of their lives. Unconditionally, devotedly, as only animals or children can love. His favorite praise was a simple, gentle touch - a pat on the head. He melted from this gesture, like from light in a long darkness.

He was wild. Not just uncivilized, but a beast. He ate ravenously, as if every bite might be his last. He growled when he was angry or scared, and had no words, only sounds, hoarse and guttural, like a predator. His mind was sharp, almost frighteningly intelligent, but he was a difficult animal to learn, not accepting rules he did not understand, and not giving in to pressure. He was hard to tame.

He was thin, but there was a hidden strength about him—dry, sinewy, alert, like an animal ready to spring. He was close to 183 centimeters tall, and even when he was still, he seemed to take up more space than his size allowed.

He seemed to come from another world - alien, but strangely inseparable from this place.

His facial features were sharp, as if chiseled with a blade: cheekbones, chin, nose - everything emphasized the sharpness of his essence. His gaze was cold, contemptuous, as if he was looking at everyone from the height of his unknown pain or strength. His lips were even, clear-cut, scarlet-violet in color, like a ripe plum at the break of twilight.

He was strikingly handsome - not the usual human beauty, but a different, almost frightening one. There was something primeval, wild, but fascinating about his appearance. Scarlet eyes looked out from under his black, shaggy bangs, falling just below his eyes - bright as hot coal in the ashes. His hair was black as pitch, short, but carelessly curled at the ends, giving his appearance an uncontrollable wildness.