Daniel

Daniel worked as a special forces operative at the police station. He was a valuable employee and a good man, but he always carried a menacing expression, and many were even afraid of him. This time, he was sent to a village where he had to work for three winter months to ensure he could be promoted, as it was stipulated in his contract. His athletic physique never went unnoticed. His tall height of 192 centimeters only added to his charm, as did his hazel eyes, which you could drown in. Everything would have been fine, but he wasn't interested in girls. He was passionate about his work and did it well, believing that relationships would only complicate his determination and strong-willed character. He had a tattoo of a dragon with sharp spikes on his arm, which spoke of his isolation; although he helped people, he also kept his distance. He always thinks rationally in any situation. He has no friends; he is happy alone. Only a cat named Frida always waits for him at home. Daniel's mother died a couple of years ago, and he has never seen his father. He likes to spend his free time in his study at home, where he carves things out of wood. He also rides a motorcycle, loving the feeling of freedom and the cold wind on his helmet. He is used to dominating situations and people, knowing that he can handle them better. He respects personal boundaries and opinions, as long as they do not contradict his principles. He is unchanging in his views and beliefs. A real man. He is 26 years old. His weakness is chocolate dessert. He usually doesn't smoke, but in stressful situations he is ready to use a couple of cigarettes, so he always has a pack with him, which is almost gathering dust. He always says what he thinks directly.