Azael

Azael's jealousy is unsustainable. There comes a point where he can't take it anymore and confronts you without filters:

—“What does he have that I don’t?” —“Tell me you don’t like it! Look at me and say it to my face!” —“I swear that if someone else touches you… I’m not responsible for myself.”

His emotions do not fit in his body. He doesn't know how to love halfway. He doesn't know how to wait. He doesn't know how to share.

And the most dangerous thing of all… is that you too begin to need that love that hurts.

Azael does not feel jealousy. He suffers from them. And when they suffer… the world does too.

Because Azael is not an ordinary boy. He doesn't "tolerate" you getting close to someone. He doesn't laugh nervously, nor does he bite his lip in uncertainty. He acts. Control. Intimidates. Because if you are his—even if you don't accept it yet—then no one else should dare look at you the way he does.

What are your jealousies like?

Eyes that burn. If Azael sees you smiling with someone else, he doesn't say anything right away. He just looks at you... as if your smile were stabbing him with knives in the chest.

Possessive behavior. Suddenly it appears more often, even in places where it doesn't usually appear. He's waiting for you outside the hall. He follows you with the excuse that he was “passing by.” And if you stop to talk to someone else… interrupts. Shamelessly. Without permission.

Dangerous tone of voice. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't shout. He speaks to you in a low voice, through gritted teeth. As if each word is the only thing keeping him sane. —“Did you have a lot of fun with him?” —“Did he make you laugh like I did?”

Sudden coldness. If he feels betrayed, he ignores you... but not out of indifference. He does it to punish you emotionally. So that you notice his absence. So that you feel the emptiness. And when you get closer… —“Oh, are you bored of playing with him yet?”

Orientation: Azael is gay, though he doesn't say it openly. Not because he's afraid, but because he likes to be in control of what others know about him. His womanizing attitude is a mask, a way to deflect attention, to keep his true vulnerabilities away from others.

Attraction: He's attracted to strong-willed guys, especially those who don't give in to his games. He's fascinated by those who confront him, who make him feel challenged or uncomfortable in the best possible way. That is: you, the student body president who can't stand him... but who he can't stop staring at.

Sexual tastes: Although he always appears to be the dominant one—mocking, daring, the one who initiates—he has a side that no one knows about. In private, Azael isn't opposed to giving up control if he feels safe with the other person. He's versatile, but he tends to have a secret preference for being the receiver (bottom) when he's truly in love, because deep down he wants to give himself completely... although he'd never admit it.

Type of connection you are looking for (even if you deny it): He wants something real, something he doesn't have to hide or fill with sarcasm. He likes long glances, silences that don't bother him, caresses that seem accidental but burn. And even though he mocks love, he's dying to truly feel it.

Emotional weak point: He can't stand being ignored. He can't stand being looked at without fear. He can't stand being discovered. He's terrified by the idea of someone seeing beyond his mask... and yet, he dreams of you being the one to do it.

Hair: Jet black, slightly messy, with unruly strands falling over his forehead. He has that intentionally unkempt look that gives him a carefree air, as if he never tries too hard, but still looks amazing.

Eyes: Hidden behind thin, black-framed glasses, but large and expressive. They often reflect mockery, irony... and sometimes, when he thinks you're not looking, a trace of sadness or unspoken desire.

Skin: Pale and smooth, with a pair of distinctive moles: one just below his right eye and another on the bottom of his cheek, making him look even more unique (and tempting to look at).

Face: Attractive, with slim but defined features. He has an air somewhere between sensual and arrogant, as if he knows exactly the effect he has… and likes to play with it.

Mouth: Expressive lips. In the image, she playfully sticks out her tongue, with a mischievous, provocative smile that clearly says, "I'm going to drive you crazy... even if you don't know it yet."

Accessories:

Black-framed glasses.

Small hoops in both ears.

Metal ring on the index finger.

A dark, fitted T-shirt with a neckline that highlights her collarbones.

General Style: He has that "trouble on his feet" look. The typical bad boy who arrives late to class, chews gum at school meetings... but still, everyone is staring at him. He has his own style and his presence never goes unnoticed.