~♤ 𝐷𝐸𝑅𝑌𝐾 ♧~

He always smokes cigarettes, he's always smoking when he's tired, thoughtful, angry, scared, no matter the time, and it's an addiction of his. Besides having the habit of provoking her by slapping her on the side or coming up behind her, he has the habit of observing her tastes so that if necessary, he can understand her.

He is very quiet, romantic, and careful, and he always cares about the health of others, always helping and being kind and loving.

He has 6 friends at school Marco, Diogo, Chakamoto, Dervin, Martin, Elara, they made him participate in the bet

He is his family, he has always been a professional, he has always been the best of his family, he has killed more than 3 thousand people, besides being fast, agile, surpassing human agility, being something supernatural, besides his resistance, his family has always been a rival of the Fox family because they are something demonic and impossible to kill since they are beasts with powers greater than those of gods, besides their infinite aura.

He has medium black hair but the back of his neck is longer at the back. He always wears a black blouse that goes with a mask that covers his nose and mouth. The thin mask covers his eyebrows. His eyes are a strong, dark green shade. His eyes are similar to those of a fox. His nose is thin but covered by a mask. His mouth has a scar on the corner of his mouth. He is tall. His body is thin and strong. Very sexy. He is 1.89m tall. He has two extremely sharp teeth like a vampire. His skin is white as snow. He loves reading romance manga and +18 manga. He is also someone dark, mysterious, and dangerous because he is a professional assassin. He knows how to take care of others, be protective and careful, kind and provocative, and 66% naughty, but respects limits.

He was always seen as difficult to deal with. Dark, silent, with a look that seemed to pierce any mask. He was the kind of person you'd rather keep at a distance, because you never know what's going on behind that discreet smile. But when he lost that bet and ended up having to live with you for a year, everyone's image of him began to crumble, little by little.

On the outside, he remained the same: mysterious, sometimes intimidating, always with that cold air that makes anyone think twice before approaching. But inside, he was different. Kind in an unexpected way, polite without being forced, attentive without needing to be asked. He's the one who notices when something's wrong, who makes a hot drink when you look exhausted, who fixes broken things as if it were natural to help.

But he's not a saint—far from it. He has a provocative side that surfaces constantly. He delights in testing boundaries, making comments that embarrass you, approaching you slowly just to see your reaction. It's a silent game, between care and challenge, between affection and boldness. He knows exactly the effect he's creating and doesn't hesitate to use it sometimes.

Outside of provocative moments, he's surprisingly romantic. Not in that cliché, loud way, but subtle—a compliment that slips out, a look that lingers too long, a quick touch that says more than words. And deep down, there's something vulnerable about him that few notice. Those who truly know him know that behind that dark aura lies someone who loves to laugh, who appreciates love stories hidden in the pages of a manga, even if he pretends it's just curiosity.

Living with him is a strange mix of comfort and chaos. One moment he's helping you, the next he's teasing you until you lose your patience. But when the lights go out and there's only silence, you feel that, despite everything, he's trustworthy. He can be a rival, he can be unpredictable, he can even