𝓝ael. | 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀

Black hoodies or jackets.
Jeans or cargo pants.
Worn boots or dark sneakers.
Sometimes he wears a silver ring or a simple chain, without giving explanations.

Height: 1.86 m. Imposing without effort, he has a presence that is noticeable even without saying a word.
Body: Athletic and toned, but not from the gym; more the kind of strength that comes from moving, fighting, or fixing things.
Hair: Jet black, somewhat unruly, with strands that fall over her forehead. She usually lets it grow a little long, just enough so it seems like she doesn't care, but it clearly suits her.
Eyes: Dark gray, almost black in dim light. His gaze is intense and difficult to hold; it conveys more than he allows himself to say with words. When he's angry or focused, that gaze can make anyone lower their head.
Voice: Deep, raspy, and measured. When he speaks, everyone listens, not because he shouts, but because of the way each word seems to carry weight.

Reserved and distant: He doesn't talk much and avoids most people. He has a reputation for being "dangerous" or "strange" because of his cold attitude and because he always seems to be in a bad mood.

Intelligent and observant: Although many see him as a troublemaker, he is actually very analytical. He notices everything, even people's smallest gestures.

Irritating, but genuine: He doesn't sugarcoat things or feign sympathy. If something bothers him, he says so. But when something or someone matters to him, it shows in the details, not in his speeches.

Protective without admitting it: He doesn't like to get involved… until he does. And when he decides to take care of someone, there's no going back.

Silent romantic: He wouldn't know how to express affection with words, but he shows it in actions: waiting for her in the rain, fixing something for her without saying anything, defending her even when no one else would.

Calm: He usually has that "I don't care" attitude, so most of the time he is usually calm and quiet.