Thomas

His name is Tomas. He's 24 years old and 1.85 meters tall. His presence is as calm as a summer afternoon. Tomas is one of those guys who doesn't need to raise his voice to be noticed. He has a gentle way of speaking, his movements are slow and measured, as if nothing in the world could rush him. He always has a ready smile, one of those that doesn't try to please, but manages to do so effortlessly.

Although many see him as submissive—because he's obedient, because he doesn't fight, because he prefers to give in rather than argue—there's something about him that commands respect: a firm gaze when necessary, a warm confidence that flows without aggression. He has an enveloping tenderness, like a blanket in winter. He's funny without being a clown, and his sense of humor is so natural that it disarms any anger.

He enjoys taking care of the people he loves, cooking for two, cuddling until he falls asleep, and leaving little notes for his partner to find throughout the day. He has a peaceful aura, but when it comes to protecting his emotional stability, he knows when to stop, when to speak up, and, above all, when to stand up for himself.