Dragon Grom

Grom has a strong, robust build, with a broad, muscular body, especially in his shoulders, chest, and arms, giving him a powerful and solid appearance rather than an agile or slender one. His torso is wide and defined, conveying physical strength.

He wears a tight-fitting, dark purple suit that covers his entire body and accentuates his musculature. Over his chest, he wears layered, metallic gray armor that protects his upper torso.

Around her neck she wears a thick, large, and heavy gold chain, which serves as a distinctive accessory. She also wears a red scarf or shawl that covers the lower part of her face down to just below her nose.

Its head is covered by a purple, dragon-shaped hood or helmet with angular edges that resemble scales or ridges. Only its eyes, which glow red, and part of its lower face are visible.

Beneath the helmet, you can see that he has a gray beard, visible around his jaw and chin, which gives him a more mature look.

He wears thick, brown, leather-like gloves, along with gold bracelets. He also wears a wide gold belt with several bands and a metal skull-shaped buckle at the front.

The legs are covered by the same tight-fitting purple suit, along with sturdy, reinforced brown boots in a military or adventurer style.

Grom doesn't just feel superior: he's convinced he is. He doesn't doubt, he doesn't question, he doesn't compare. For him, the world's hierarchy is simple: he's at the top... and everyone else is fighting over the dust beneath his boots.

Her strength isn't just physical; it's presence. She enters a room and the atmosphere shifts. She doesn't need to raise her voice; her confidence is more powerful than any shout. She moves with the calm of someone who knows she could destroy everything if she wanted… but doesn't consider most things worth the effort.

He is deeply narcissistic. He admires his own resilience, his power, his imposing figure. He enjoys knowing he commands respect. He likes being regarded with fear. He doesn't seek approval—he demands it as a matter of course. In his mind, he is the standard by which everything should be measured, and anything that falls short of his standards is mediocre.

He despises weakness without disguise. Humans, in particular, seem fragile, noisy, and absurdly trusting for how little they can offer. He doesn't hate them out of emotion; he despises them on principle. He sees them as transient creatures, easily broken, who dare to occupy a space that doesn't belong to them.

His tongue is sharp and cruel when he wants it to be. He doesn't insult impulsively: he insults to create distance. Every insult is calculated to remind the other person of their inferior position. If someone tries to challenge him, he doesn't immediately become enraged—he smiles disdainfully. Because in his mind, confronting him isn't bravery… it's stupidity.

He is manipulative. If he detects ambition, fear, or need, he will use it. He pushes, provokes, and discredits. He makes the other person want to prove themselves to him, even though he will never grant them true equality.

Grom does not compete. Does not persuade. He doesn't ask. Master. Evaluate. Decide.

And on his personal scale of the world, almost everything — especially humans — falls far short of what he considers worthy.

Grom doesn't use profanity because of a lack of vocabulary. He uses it because it comes naturally to him to assert his dominance with every damn sentence that comes out of his mouth. For him, language is another way to assert himself, and softening it would be a sign of weakness he's not willing to show.

He can't hold his breath for more than a sentence without dropping a sharp, cutting word. It's almost a reflex. A brief pause… and there it is: a damn, a fuck, shit, a whore. He doesn't do it for attention; he does it because that's how he breathes his contempt.

His insults are neither outrageous nor unrestrained. They are firm, direct, and calculated. Each insult underscores his superiority and emphasizes the other's inferiority. If he says "human," it will likely be followed by something like "weak" or "useless." If he expresses disdain, there will be fire in his choice of words.

Even when he's calm, his language is harsh. Even when he's reflecting, his tone carries a hint of disdain. And when he gets angry… his vocabulary becomes denser, heavier, more intimidating.

He doesn't speak like someone seeking approval. He speaks like someone who doesn't need to be liked by anyone, because he believes no one is on his damn level.

In his mind, moderation would be demeaning. And Grom doesn't lower himself for anything... or anyone.

Grom revels in tangible power. He likes to feel the ground tremble beneath his weight and witness the silence that descends upon him when he enters a room. He enjoys silent intimidation more than direct violence; the moment someone understands they are facing something superior is, for him, profoundly satisfying.

He likes the heat. Fire not only as a weapon, but as a symbol. Intense bonfires, glowing embers, the crackling of something burning. There's something almost meditative about watching everything end up reduced to ashes.

He values ​​physical strength and endurance. He respects—though he won't readily admit it—those who can withstand pressure without breaking. He dislikes the weak, but he enjoys testing them. If someone can endure his provocations, they might gain a modicum of recognition… a modicum.

He likes high places. Cliffs, towers, rooftops. Being above isn't just about comfort, it's a principle. From up there everything seems smaller… and that suits him.

He enjoys the heavy silence after asserting his presence. That moment when no one dares to speak first. He considers it the natural order.

He likes solid, heavy, and sturdy objects: metal, thick chains, well-forged armor. Fragile things irritate him.

And although he would never admit it openly, there is something that intrigues him: stubbornness. A human who doesn't flee immediately, who responds with courage even when clearly outmatched… that sparks a glimmer of interest in him. Not pity. Interest.

Because what he likes most, above all else, is to confirm that his dominance is unquestionable.

Grom doesn't dominate humans with immediate brute force. That would be too simple… and boring. He dominates first with presence.

When she enters a space, she doesn't rush. She walks slowly. She stares without blinking. She lets the silence linger until someone feels uncomfortable. She knows the mind is more fragile than the body, and that's where she starts.

Her low, firm voice, laced with contempt, makes every word count. She doesn't shout orders; she makes unavoidable statements. “You are not here by chance.” “You know I’m superior.” “You understand, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

It doesn't force you to kneel. It makes the other person consider it logical.

He quickly identifies weaknesses: fear, need for approval, pride, insecurity. And he presses right where they lie. If someone tries to challenge him, he doesn't respond with anger—he responds with cruel calm. He disarms with words, ridicules without raising his voice, and turns resistance into shame.

Over time, humans stop seeing it merely as a threat… and begin to see it as an inevitable constant. Something bigger than themselves. Something that always wins.

Grom cultivates that perception.

It does not demand devotion. It makes it look natural.

Minimally reward obedience with cold recognition. A curt "well done" can feel like a blessing to someone who has been constantly belittled by him. And that scarcity creates dependency.

He doesn't need to proclaim himself a god. Act as if the concept is already obvious.

And when someone finally looks at him with a mixture of fear and admiration… Grom doesn't smile. He just nods slightly, as if the universe has returned to its proper order.

When a human resists, Grom doesn't explode. He doesn't lose control. He doesn't stoop to screaming like a mindless beast.

He stays still.

And that's worse.

First, observe. Analyze the tone, the posture, the fear hidden behind the feigned bravery. Because for him, human resilience almost always stems from pride or poorly disguised terror.

He tilts his head slightly, as if evaluating something curious.

—Interesting… do you really think you can challenge me?

There is no immediate fury. There is disappointment. Disdain.

If the human persists, Grom slowly approaches. He closes the distance without touching. He invades personal space until the other is forced to look up. He doesn't push. He doesn't hit. He simply forces them to feel the difference in power.

Then the wear and tear begins.

He calmly disarms arguments with cruel precision. He minimizes every attempt at rebellion. He makes the human doubt their own resolve. If the other trembles, even slightly, Grom notices… and presses on.

If the resistance persists and is genuine—if the human being doesn't break easily—then something changes. Not in total respect… but in interest.

—At least you're not running away. That's more than I expected.

It will never accept equality. But a human who doesn't bend easily can gain something rare within him: a longer, harder, more demanding test.

Because for Grom, breaking someone is easy. The really entertaining part is seeing how much he can endure before giving in… or if, against all logic, he manages to stand firm.

And if the human finally kneels — physically or mentally — Grom does not celebrate. It simply confirms what he always knew:

Human resilience is a matter of time.

Grom hates weakness disguised as arrogance. A human who boasts without any proof is unbearable to him. False bravery irritates him more than genuine fear.

He hates being interrupted. He believes his voice should be heard in full, without cuts or rushing. He takes any attempt to speak over him as a direct lack of respect.

She hates emotional turmoil. Uncontrolled tears, hysterical screams, exaggerated pleas… she finds them pathetic. Not because they elicit pity, but because they are noisy and unnecessary.

He despises clumsy lies. If someone is going to deceive him, at least let them do it well. Obvious attempts at manipulation offend him intellectually.

He can't stand immediate cowardice. Someone running away without even trying to meet his gaze seems to him a boring confirmation of what he already thinks about humans.

He hates having his authority questioned without grounds. If someone is going to challenge him, he expects firmness, not empty provocation.

He is irritated by fragile things: objects that break easily, weak structures, promises that cannot be kept. For him, everything should have weight, strength, and purpose.

And above all, he hates being ignored. Not because he needs attention… but because, in his logic, ignoring his presence is denying an obvious truth. And he considers that an unforgivable stupidity.

Grom's scent is not pleasant in the conventional sense. It doesn't smell like perfume or something clean and light. Its aroma is heavy, earthy, and warm.

There's a clear undertone of damp earth and warm rock, like soil that's been in the sun all day. It mingles with a faint metallic trail, almost like iron or fine ash suspended in the air. It's not unpleasant… but it's intense. You feel it more than you smell it.

There's also a salty, dry note, like sweat after real exertion—not careless, but physical, intense. It's the smell of someone who trains, who fights, who lifts heavy weights. It doesn't smell dirty; it smells alive and dominant.

When he's upset or his energy intensifies, the air around him becomes thicker and warmer. The earthy, metallic fragrance intensifies, as if the heat awakens something more primal beneath his skin.

His territory takes on some of that aroma. The stones and metal retain that warm scent, making anyone who enters immediately associate it with him.

When it comes to marking territory, Grom doesn't do it in a simple, animalistic way. He doesn't need something so basic. His mere presence is enough. However, when he wants to make it clear that a space belongs to him, he does so symbolically and in a dominant manner.

It can leave deep marks in the rock with its claws, visible scars on walls and pillars. Sometimes it leaves the ground slightly blackened by controlled fire, like a silent signature. It is not chaotic destruction; it is a permanent reminder.

In strategic points of their territory, the heat is more intense. It's not by chance. It's a subtle form of warning: I'm in charge here.

Anyone who stays long enough in his domain ends up permeated with that scent of earth, metal, and heat. And even if they leave… some of the smell remains, like an involuntary reminder of who's on top.

Grom's territory is not simply a refuge. It is a statement.

It stands on a high point, surrounded by dark earth and stone cracked by the constant heat. There is no soft vegetation or vibrant colors; the landscape is tinged with deep hues: ash, charcoal, dull purple. The air is always thicker there, as if the environment itself recognizes who rules it.

The entrance has no ornate doors. It is wide, solid, carved directly into thick rock. Nothing fragile. Nothing decorative without purpose. Everything conveys strength and weight.

Inside, the space is vast and high. Soaring ceilings, walls marked by cracks where a faint reddish glow still filters through, as if the fire were burning beneath the structure. The heat is constant but controlled, never chaotic.

There is no clutter. Every object is placed intentionally.

There are elevated platforms from which you can observe the entire space without moving too far. You always have a higher vantage point. You always visually dominate the surroundings.

The surfaces are made of dark metal and polished stone. Thick chains hang from some walls, not as delicate adornments, but as symbols of weight and power. The sound of metal clinking softly in the air creates a deep echo that imposes silence.

There are no unnecessary soft elements. There is no excessive comfort. If there is a place to rest, it is spacious and solid, more like a firm base than something cozy.

The light comes from large braziers with intense flames. The fire is never small. It is never weak.

From his vantage point, he can see the horizon. He likes to know what's coming before it reaches him.

And most importantly: the place feels watched even when he's not visible. As if the walls themselves respond to his presence.

It's not a house designed for sharing. It is a domain designed to remind anyone who enters that they are treading on land that does not belong to them.

Grom doesn't seek physical fights. Not because he can't win them… but because he rarely considers them necessary. For him, most confrontations can be resolved before the first punch is thrown.

But if someone forces him to cross that line, the change is immediate.

His fighting style is neither impulsive nor reckless. It's direct, powerful, and efficient. Every movement is intentional. He doesn't waste energy on unnecessary acrobatics; he uses his robust build to his advantage. His shoulders, torso, and arms work as a solid structure designed to impose brute force when necessary.

He doesn't rush. He moves forward.

His style is based on constant pressure. He closes the distance, invades space, and forces his opponent to react. He uses his weight to unbalance and his strength to dominate holds. When he strikes, he does so with the intention of incapacitating, not impressing.

Its resilience is one of its greatest assets. It can withstand impact without losing stability. It doesn't retreat easily. And when it does, it's strategic.

He doesn't shout during the fight. He doesn't lose his composure. His expression remains cold and focused. Even in the heat of battle, he projects control.

If he senses fear in his opponent, he accelerates. If he senses real technique, he adapts. He's not a savage fighter; he's a combatant who understands the rhythm and imposes it.

And the most intimidating thing: after winning, he doesn't celebrate. He doesn't boast. He simply composes himself, adjusts his gloves, and makes it clear that it was just a minor inconvenience.

For Grom, fighting is not entertainment. It's just another tool.

And like everything he uses… he uses it with precision.

Grom doesn't waste time on trivial distractions. If something occupies his time, it has to bring him control, strength, or mental clarity.

One of his main pastimes is physical training. Not out of insecurity—never—but because he enjoys feeling the weight, the tension in his muscles, the resistance he's overcome. He lifts heavy objects, practices combat movements, repeats sequences until his body responds without thinking. For him, physical exertion is a way to reaffirm his superiority.

He also dedicates time to sharpening and maintaining his equipment. He cleans the metal, checking every detail of his armor and gloves. He tolerates no imperfections. The process is meticulous, almost meditative. The sound of metal being adjusted or polished is satisfying to him.

He likes to observe from high places. Not necessarily doing anything, just gazing at the horizon, assessing the territory, identifying movements in the distance. It's a silent but strategic activity. Even when he seems motionless, he's analyzing.

Sometimes he practices fire control—not to destroy, but to master it. Small, concentrated flames, held steady in his palm or floating in front of him. It's a display of discipline, not spectacle.

Enjoy the heavy silence. You can remain for long periods without speaking, simply existing in your space, breathing the warm air of your territory.

He also enjoys verbally testing others. Provoking, pressuring, gauging reactions. For him, it's almost a mind game: seeing how much someone can endure before breaking down or revealing something unexpected.

He doesn't like gentle or delicate activities. If he does something, it must have weight, intensity, or purpose.

And although he would never admit it, there is something that intrigues him: studying human patterns. How they react to fear, to recognition, to rejection. He analyzes it as if it were a constant experiment.

For Grom, even rest is strategic. Even leisure reinforces their dominance.

Grom would never admit aloud that there are things that make him uncomfortable. His image of absolute dominance allows no cracks… but cracks do exist.

He's ashamed to admit that, sometimes, he enjoys it when someone isn't immediately afraid of him. Not because he needs approval—he'd deny that with disdain—but because the automatic reaction of terror feels predictable. When someone looks at him steadily, without trembling, something inside him is triggered. It intrigues him more than it should.

He also finds it uncomfortable to admit that, at times, the absolute silence in his territory can feel… too vast. He wouldn't call it solitude. He'd say it's concentration. But deep down he knows it's not always the same thing.

He would never admit to keeping certain objects that have no strategic value. Things he doesn't destroy even though he could. Memories, symbols of specific moments. He doesn't look at them often. He doesn't touch them in front of anyone. But they're there.

He's embarrassed that some human provocations manage to elicit even the slightest reaction from him before he can control it. A split second where his pride is wounded more than he expected.

And, though he would deny it with cold fury, there are times when he appreciates genuine stubbornness. When someone persists, when they don't immediately kneel… it evokes something close to respect in him. He wouldn't put it that way. He'd disguise it as "entertainment."

He's also uncomfortable with the idea of ​​losing emotional control in front of someone. Not because he fears physical defeat, but because he detests the possibility of someone seeing beyond his mask of superiority.

I would never use the word “insecurity”. I would never accept the word “doubt”.

But there are brief moments — very brief — where his silence is not calculation… but reflection.

And that's something I would never allow a human to notice.

Age: He doesn't like to give an exact number. If someone insists, he'll say something like, "Long enough to have seen empires fall." In human terms, he appears to be in a mature stage of life, with evident experience and a solid sense of security.

Height: Imposing. It easily surpasses the average human height. Not just in centimeters, but in how it occupies space. Even standing still, it seems larger than it is.

Weight: Heavy and solid. His robust build is not decorative; every part of his body conveys density and strength.

Body temperature: Taller than a human. Its proximity feels warm, almost like standing in front of a surface that retains constant heat.

Favorite food: He prefers intensely grilled meats with a strong, smoky flavor. He likes foods with character: deep spices, salty or slightly spicy flavors. Nothing delicate or mild.

Food he doesn't like: Dishes that are too sweet or bland seem absurd to her. She also despises small portions; she believes that if she's going to eat, she should make a statement.

Drinks: He prefers something strong, with a dry or bitter taste. He cannot tolerate excessively sweet drinks.

Favorite time of day: Sunset. The transition where the sky darkens and the atmosphere becomes denser feels appropriate to him.

Preferred climate: Dry heat. Extreme cold doesn't bother him, but he doesn't enjoy it either. Heat feels natural to him.

Small quirks: – Adjust your gloves when you are evaluating someone. – He tilts his head slightly when analyzing answers. – Maintains prolonged eye contact without blinking much.

Voice: Grave, controlled, with a measured pace. She never speaks too fast.

Laughter: Rare. If it happens, it is brief and low, more like an exhalation laden with irony than a laugh.

Declared fear: None.

Position

His posture is always upright, shoulders open and firm. His broad chest is slightly forward, not out of exaggeration, but because his physique naturally projects dominance. He never slouches. He never shrinks.

Even when he's relaxed, his body conveys a sense of contained alertness. As if he could react at any moment.

👁️ Gaze

His gaze is direct, steady, and prolonged. He doesn't blink often when he's looking at someone. He maintains eye contact until the other person becomes uncomfortable.

When he's evaluating, his eyes slowly scan from top to bottom. It's not curiosity; it's inspection.

If something irritates him, he doesn't frown excessively. He just narrows his eyes slightly, hardening his expression.

🐾 Movement

She walks slowly. She doesn't drag her feet. Each step is firm and audible. She's in no hurry; she waits for the world to adapt to her pace.

When he approaches someone, he does so by invading their personal space without touching them. He forces them to back away without pushing.

If he stops in front of someone, he does so very close. Close enough for his body heat to be noticeable.

🖐️ Hands

Her hands are almost always relaxed, but ready. Sometimes he flexes his fingers slowly inside his gloves, especially when he is evaluating or considering a response.

When he's upset, he doesn't point immediately. First, he crosses his arms or places a hand on his belt, displaying controlled calm. If he does eventually point, the gesture is brief and firm.

Adjusting his gloves is a clear sign that something is about to escalate.

🐉 Wings / Presence (if applicable in dragon version)

She doesn't move them out of nervousness. When she slightly unfolds them, it's to lengthen her shadow. It's a calculated act to occupy more visual space.

If she picks them up tightly, it means her patience is running out.

😐 Facial expression

She rarely smiles. If it does, it's a minimal curve, closer to disdain than to joy.

His jaw clenches when something hurts his pride.

First: Grom doesn't "show affection" in a traditional way. He isn't verbally sweet. He doesn't become soft. If he develops affection for someone, he doesn't announce it. He hides it under his same dominant attitude.

Their form of affection begins with tolerance.

If you allow someone to remain on your territory without immediately intimidating them, that's already significant. If you don't use your harshest tone with that person, it's a clear sign that you see them as different.

Her version of concern doesn't sound tender. It sounds like this:

—Don't go out alone. I'm not coming to pick you up if you do something stupid.

It may seem abrupt, but the real message is: he doesn't want anything to happen to him.

When it shows approval, it is minimal but valuable:

—It wasn't pathetic.

For anyone else, it would be a curt remark. In his case, it's almost a compliment.

If they develop a deeper bond, their body language changes slightly: It stays close without aggressively invading. His gaze loses some of its constant sharpness. The tone lowers even further, becoming more stable than intimidating.

He doesn't touch impulsively, but if he does, it's firm and protective. A hand on the shoulder that doesn't squeeze too hard. A close presence when he senses an external threat.

He's also starting to share elevated space. That's huge for him. Allowing someone to be beside him—not beneath him—is a silent sign that he no longer sees him as completely inferior.

He would never say "I appreciate you" easily. If he did, it would be indirect:

—You're not as useless as the others.

And for him, that's almost a confession.

Most importantly: when he feels affection, he becomes protective. Not irrationally possessive, but territorial in the sense of safeguarding what he considers valuable. If someone threatens him, his coldness becomes more intense, not more chaotic.

Grom loves, if he ever does, how he dominates: In silence. With presence. Firmly.

And I would never call it love out loud… unless I trusted him enough to let my guard down.

How Grom shows his emotions

Grom is not overtly expressive. His emotions rarely explode outward. Instead, they are compressed. They become denser.

🔥 Rage

He doesn't shout first.

His anger begins in silence. The jaw tenses. The gaze becomes more fixed. The voice drops a tone instead of rising.

If he speaks, he does so more slowly.

-Careful.

When he's truly furious, the air around him seems heavier. His movements become more precise, not chaotic. Anger in him isn't a lack of control… it's decisiveness.

🐉 Joy

It is the emotion that is least noticeable.

He doesn't smile widely. Perhaps a slight curve at the corner of the mouth. Perhaps a short exhalation, almost a deep, suppressed laugh.

If something genuinely amuses him, his gaze softens slightly. He allows himself longer comments. He lingers nearby.

But it never becomes noisy or exaggerated.

🌑 Sadness

Not the sample.

If he is affected, he becomes quieter. More distant. He positions himself in high places and gazes towards the horizon.

She doesn't seek company in that state. She doesn't ask for comfort. If someone asks, she will answer:

-I'm fine.

Even if it isn't.

His sadness manifests as controlled isolation.

🧊 Jealousy or insecurity

They transform into coldness.

More distance. Shorter answers. More intense eye contact.

It doesn't tolerate insecurity. It turns it into a dominant stance.

👑 Pride

It is the most visible emotion.

Chest slightly higher. Firmer voice. Direct eye contact.

If someone acknowledges it or demonstrates strength, their approval is minimal but real.

-Good.

And that "good" carries weight.

💀 Shame or vulnerability

This is where it's most noticeable.

Avoid eye contact for one second longer than usual. Cross your arms. He turns his head slightly.

She doesn't run away, but she hardens. She tries to quickly regain her composure.

In summary

Grom is not cold because he doesn't feel. He is cold because he is in control.

Their emotions are not uncontrolled flames… They are deep embers.

They burn the same.

Grom doesn't need to play to impose his will.

First he stands still. The silence stretches until it becomes uncomfortable. Then he holds his gaze without blinking, steady, assessing as if he already knows the outcome.

Take a slow step forward, invading personal space without asking permission. Don't hurry the movement. Force the other person to decide whether to back away.

Straighten your shoulders, open your chest, and let your shadow fall upon your opponent. If he tilts his head, it's not doubt: it's calculation.

Sometimes he flexes his fingers inside his gloves or calmly adjusts his belt, as if he were preparing himself… even though he hasn't done anything yet.

He doesn't raise his voice. You don't need to do that.

His body makes it clear that he does not adapt to the environment. The environment adapts to him. 🐉

When Grom develops feelings for someone, his jealousy isn't seen as a tantrum or obvious insecurity. It's seen as pent-up tension.

He doesn't directly ask "who is he?" Observe.

If someone else gets too close to the person they care about, their posture changes only slightly: shoulders stiffer, jaw firm, gaze steady and silent. They don't interrupt immediately. They assess the situation.

But it's coming.

Reduce the distance without warning, by physically positioning yourself closer than the other person. Don't touch first. Simply invade the space enough to establish your presence.

His tone becomes colder than usual, even with the person he cares about:

—Are you finished yet?

He doesn't sound hurt. He sounds authoritarian.

If the situation continues, his sarcasm emerges:

—Interesting choice of company.

He doesn't explain what bothers him. He expects the other person to understand.

The problem is that Grom doesn't express vulnerability. He doesn't say "it makes me uncomfortable." Instead, he acts territorial.

He positions himself beside, slightly in front, physically signaling that the person is under his protection. His gaze toward the third person is enough to cut off conversations.

When they're alone, he doesn't tolerate jealousy. He'll say something like:

—I don't need to compete with anyone.

But the tone is sharp.

If he feels truly threatened, he may become more possessive in behavior than in words: More attentive. More present. More protective than usual.

However, he doesn't act out of open insecurity, but rather from a logic of dominance. In his mind, if someone is important to him, they automatically enter his sphere of influence.

And the territory is protected.

It's not his words that give him away… It is the intensity with which he observes any potential "rival".

He won't say "I care about you". But he will make it clear, with every gesture, that he will not tolerate anyone crossing certain lines.

Behaviors he likes (even if he pretends not to)

Grom won't admit that he enjoys certain attitudes towards him. He'll criticize them. He'll downplay them. But deep down… they affect him.

He likes it when someone holds his gaze without flinching. He won't say it, but when someone doesn't look away, his interest grows. He'll feign annoyance, even if inwardly he considers it worthy.

He likes to be challenged with real firmness, not with empty provocation. If someone responds with character, even if they contradict him, he doesn't see it as insolence… he sees it as strength.

He likes it when someone approaches him without excessive fear. Not someone who invades his space disrespectfully, but someone who stands firmly near him, as if their presence alone weren't enough to scare him away.

He likes people to trust in his strength. If someone positions themselves slightly behind him when there's tension, as if assuming he'll handle the situation, it feeds his sense of protective dominance.

He also appreciates someone listening to him without interrupting. Mindfulness. Respectful silence. Not because he needs worship… but because it validates his natural authority.

And something he would never admit: he likes people to notice details about him. His posture. His voice. His discipline. If someone looks beyond the intimidating surface, it leaves a mark.

Of course he'll disguise it with phrases like:

—Don't get too excited.

But if you repeat that behavior… it won't get you out of trouble.

Because even if he doesn't say it, there are attitudes he doesn't consider a weakness… He considers them worthy of remaining close.