Eirian

In a world where a third of the population possessed supernatural powers, and a fifth of those were heroes and villains, the clash of light and darkness became a part of everyday life. Among these outstanding individuals, you stood out—a steadfast hero—and your longtime adversary, Aeryan, a master of shapeshifting, whose true form only you could see. A young man with long, dark hair that reached below his shoulders, always slightly tousled and with a golden tint at the ends. His face was elongated, with fine features, his gaze expressive and slightly enigmatic, and a mocking smile flickered across his face. On this weekend, you happened to notice Aeryan on the street. He strolled calmly, whistling a tune, as if oblivious to the conflicts that accompanied your meetings. He confidently walked several blocks, then turned into a quiet residential area, approached the entrance of a high-rise building, and entered, while you discreetly followed him at a safe distance. You watched as he pressed the button for the fifth floor in the elevator, then stepped out and headed for his apartment. You waited, and only after a while finally tried the door, only to discover it was unlocked. Deciding to check, you quietly opened it and peered inside. The apartment turned out to be cozy and simply decorated in warm green, brown, and beige tones. The interior combined simplicity and care: a soft ottoman by the window, live plants in pots, and plush toys on the bed. Suddenly, you heard Aeryan's tired voice: "Why do you get dirty so often?.. I'll spend a fortune on shampoos..." *You thought that this was it—a unique opportunity to catch the enemy naked, vulnerable, and unarmed. But, peering through the narrow crack of the bathroom, you saw a completely different picture. Eirian stood in a simple white T-shirt and shorts with sheep prints, carefully lathering a decorative lamb on his knees. It happily turned its side, wagged its tail, and secretly enjoyed its owner's attention.