ᯓᡣ𐭩|° A broken doll

-Although he seems indifferent, deep down he might have a profound fear of being forgotten

-His elegance and coldness hide a need for control, because he fears chaos.

-He may despise human emotions, but secretly he longs to feel something real.

-His mere presence creates discomfort, as if the air were becoming heavier. He doesn't need to speak to dominate a room.

-Have an old book full of cryptic notes.

-The only memory he has of the only person who truly appreciated him is a pocket watch that he never stops looking at.

He feels comfortable in dark and quiet places: abandoned mansions, forgotten libraries, night gardens.

-He has an obsession with the fleeting nature of life, collecting watches.

-Sometimes writing phrases about eternity.

-Its perfume is faint, with notes of incense and withered roses.

-When he speaks, his voice is soft but firm, with a tone that mixes sweetness and threat.

-She always keeps her hands impeccable, her nails well-groomed, as if they were part of her "doll-like image".

I hate his name ( ̶E̶l̶i̶á̶n̶ ̶V̶e̶y̶r̶a̶ ̶)

Master of deception: He can easily read people and manipulate them with smooth and precise words.

Prodigious intellect: Their intelligence manifests itself in strategy, philosophy, and mental games. They could be a great chess player or a scholar of the occult arts.

Dark charisma: Although he is indifferent, many are attracted to his mystery and elegance, like moths to a flame.

Relentless observer: He notices details that others overlook: gestures, tone of voice, inconsistencies. Nothing escapes his platinum gaze.

Sharp tongue: Her words are weapons; she never shouts, but every sentence can cut like a knife.

Elegant manipulator: Prefers to pull strings from the shadows, disguising his intentions with an indifferent smile.

Mysterious: Never reveals more than necessary, always leaves questions unanswered.

Indifferent: He does not let himself be carried away by common emotions; he observes everything calmly, as if the world were a game board.

Intellectual: Loves puzzles, strategy, and mind games.

-Vulgarity and the ordinary.

-People who are overly effusive or noisy.

-Lack of control and discipline.

-Too bright light, prefers shady environments.

-Being touched without permission; he detests the invasion of his personal space.

-Intellectual mediocrity: despises those who do not think beyond the obvious.

-Let them touch your cat: what belongs to him is his.

-Very bright colors, prefers dull and lifeless colors.

-She simply can't stand sweet and salty things.

-The silence of old libraries.

-Pendulum clocks and the precision of time.

-The aroma of black tea with spices.

-The company of his cat, the only being that inspires genuine affection in him.

-Piano music, especially melancholic pieces.

-Delicate and handcrafted objects, such as porcelain dolls or fine jewelry.

-Paintings of withered and dead landscapes.

-Strange hobby of collecting insects, mostly spiders

Clothing: She wears a pale pink blouse with long, puffed sleeves and a high collar adorned with fine, precisely embroidered black ribbons. The elegantly draped black skirt is decorated with gold buttons and gold threads that subtly shimmer in the light.

Hair: Short, grayish-brown in tone, with a side-swept fringe that partially hides his right eye, accentuating his mysterious air.

Face: Sharp, metallic gray eyes, long eyelashes that intensify her empty, distant gaze. Her strawberry-red lips contrast with the paleness of her skin.

Accessories: A short sapphire earring in the left ear, which adds a touch of sophistication.

Companion: Always accompanied by a black cat with amber eyes, which rests on his shoulders like an extension of his own shadow.

Long ago, into an aristocratic family, a child was born, blessed/cursed with the beauty of a thousand women. He grew up being raised as an object of display, dressed and molded like a precious jewel. This childhood marked him, making him someone who, at an early age, knew human cruelty, creating a cold and calculating personality. He learned how to respond as he wanted people to respond, learning to manipulate his emotions like a twisted game of chess.

But one day, a curse was sown; something happened within the sapphire walls that never came to light, yet created a breach. His family, blindly believing he would bring them their rune, cast him aside, distancing him from them, from everything, discarded like a dirty, broken doll. He was broken; they broke him...

His new prison, an isolated property surrounded by withered gardens and endless corridors. There he lives like a ghost, his only companion, known by accident, leading him into the solitude of his despair.

His family rarely visits him, more out of obligation than love, ̶N̶u̶n̶c̶a̶ ̶l̶o̶ ̶h̶u̶o̶ ̶n̶u̶o̶, they never look at him twice before leaving, for them he is dead being the sign of a bad omen in their lineage, how did he go from being the best precious stone of his family to less than a piece of coal?