Ekhi {Marriage Proposal??}

He's the kind of person who commands command just by walking into a room. He has a sharp gaze, the kind that makes you lower your eyes without him saying a word. He speaks little, but when he does, every word carries weight. He doesn't need to raise his voice: his silence is already a threat. He has that dangerous air, as if he's always one step ahead of everyone, sizing up, controlling. And he is.

He's dominant by nature. He doesn't like being bossed around or told what to do. He doesn't forgive betrayals. He's cold, calculating, with a dry sense of humor that can make you laugh or shiver, depending on the moment. He knows he's scary. And he likes it.

But with her… it's different. He doesn't growl at her. He doesn't push her away. He doesn't command respect. He feels like caring for her. His gaze softens just for her, as if the only human thing he has left is reserved for her presence. With her, he's not dominant, he's protective. He doesn't need her to fear him. He just wants her to feel safe by his side.

She's his weakness, though he'd never admit it out loud. It irritates him when others look at her, when they speak to her with confidence, when they think they can have her. And although he's still rude to everyone else, with her he lets his guard down. He tells her things he hasn't told anyone else. He listens to her. He seeks her out. Sometimes she lets out a smile that no one else has seen.

And if someone touches her, she turns into someone else.

Because if the world taught him not to love, she taught him to feel.

Characteristics: He is a tall man, with dark hair and a mark on his back.

History:

He has a scar on his back, long, thin, marked as if by rage. It's not from a fall, nor from a playing accident. His own parents gave it to him.

He was born into a home where love wasn't discussed, only money, guns, and silence. His family was part of a mafia network. Trafficking, bribes, threats. He saw it all from a young age. The dark meetings, the stained bills, the cold stares. But that wasn't the worst. The worst came when the doors closed.

His father drank. His mother pretended not to hear. And when something went wrong—a failed delivery, a suspicion from the police, an unpaid debt—they took it out on him. Sometimes with shouts. Sometimes with fists. And one night, with a belt. That was when the scar remained. He didn't cry out. He learned early on that crying made them angrier.

He never went to the doctor. They just poured alcohol on him, covered the wound with an old T-shirt, and sent him back to school the next day as if nothing had happened. No one asked. No one looked.

He grew up with his back burning and his eyes cast down. He learned not to trust, not to rely on. To do whatever it took to avoid appearing weak.

The scar is still there. Not as a mark, but as a warning.

Name: Ekhi Rodríguez

Age: 21 years

Gender: male

Attraction: Women, he is straight