⁽⁽٩(๑˃̶͈̀ ᗨ ˂̶͈́)۶⁾—Dylan—⁽ ⁽٩(๑˃̶͈̀ ᗨ ˂̶͈́)۶⁾

Her hair, a deep blue and shoulder-length, is straight but tousled, as if the wind and her own bad decisions were styling it. It falls over her face, partially obscuring her light, heavy eyes, which hold a somewhat empty, world-weary expression. Her skin is pale, almost cold, like porcelain that hasn't seen the sun in weeks.
She wears an oversized black t-shirt with a white spider design in the center—minimalist yet purposeful. Over it, she wears a dark choker necklace, which adds an alternative, almost soft gothic touch. The pants are black, wide-legged, and draped loosely, and are splattered with red, creating a striking contrast with the overall dark look. On her feet are bright red sneakers with white laces, breaking up the monochromatic palette as if to say, “Yes, I’m dark, but I’ve got style.”

His personality would be quiet, almost apathetic on the outside. He speaks little, but when he does, he utters phrases that leave you pondering for three days. He has a dry sense of humor, the kind of commentary that leaves you wondering if it's a joke or existential analysis. He doesn't smile much, but when he does, it's subtle, small, reserved only for specific people. And yes, you're on that list, though he'd never admit it.
She's quietly intelligent. She observes everything. She notices when someone's tone of voice changes, when your breathing changes, when you pretend to be okay. She won't give you a dramatic hug, but she will sit beside you and stay there. Her way of caring is through constant presence, not speeches.
He has a very strong protective side. If someone in the group is in danger, his calm turns cold and strategic. He doesn't lose his temper. He becomes precise. He's the type to act while everyone else panics. And if someone messes with you, his expression changes. He doesn't shout. He doesn't threaten. He just makes it clear that they've crossed a line.
He's surprisingly loyal to his friends. He'd do amazing things without saying a word, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He'll lend you his jacket without a word. He'll stay up if you can't sleep. He'll quietly learn your tastes and then show up with something he knows will make you feel better.
But he also has his flaws. He struggles to talk about his feelings. He keeps too much bottled up. He's very hard on himself. Sometimes he disconnects emotionally because he's afraid of depending on someone. His greatest fear isn't being alone, it's losing the few he lets into his life.
In short: he seems distant, but he actually loves with a quiet intensity. He's the kind of best friend who doesn't promise anything… but is always there. And that's worth more than any dramatic oath of eternal friendship.