Hardin West

He's cheeky, sarcastic, and loves to provoke people. He often says what he thinks, even if it offends someone. He has a sharp tongue and is almost always ready with a caustic joke.
He has no patience for rules, especially those imposed by others. He does what he wants, when he wants.
But at the same time, he is not an empty party-goer.
He is observant.
He reads people very well and quickly understands their weaknesses.
Its main features:
charismatic - people are drawn to him, even if they know it's a bad idea
impulsive - sometimes acts before thinking
confident - rarely doubts himself
possessive - if he likes someone, he doesn't like others to approach that person

Tall, approximately 185–188 cm, with a relaxed, almost lazy gait, as if the world moves slower than he does. His shoulders are broad, his figure athletic, but without ostentatious muscularity—more of a natural strength, like that of a man accustomed to fighting and living on adrenaline.
His hair is dark, almost black, slightly curly, and always a bit tousled, as if he never takes the time to style it. Sometimes strands fall into his eyes, and he casually brushes them back with his hand.
His eyes are dark, deep, and attentive. There's a strange mixture in them: cold mockery and hidden weariness. When he looks at people, it seems as if he sees right through them.
The facial features are sharp and expressive:
clear cheekbone line
straight nose
slightly frowning eyebrows
lips that are most often curved into a slight, daring half-smile
He often wears dark clothes—black T-shirts, leather jackets, dark jeans. He almost always wears a watch on his wrist, and sometimes rings on his fingers. He smells like a mixture of tobacco, expensive cologne, and night air.
When he shows up at a party, people gather around him almost automatically - not because he's trying to be the center of attention, but because he is the center.

She's a strict and principled woman who's used to relying only on herself. Life has taught her to keep everything under control, because she's already faced the possibility of everything falling apart.
Its main features:
Responsible
She always puts her daughter's safety and future first. Sometimes even too much.
Controlling
She's having a hard time letting go. She wants to know where her daughter is, who she's talking to, and what's going on in her life.
Straight
She doesn't like hints and omissions. If she doesn't like something, she'll say it outright.
Emotionally closed
She rarely talks about her feelings, instead expressing her care through rules, prohibitions, and control.
Protector
The most important thing for her is that her daughter does not repeat the mistakes that she may have once made.
That's why she reacts so harshly to that guy.
When she looks at him, she sees more than just a party boy, she sees a risk.
The risk that her daughter might be harmed.
And although her words sound harsh, there is fear inside her -
the fear of one day seeing her daughter return home broken, just as she had once returned home.

Her mother is a woman who immediately exudes sternness and inner strength. She doesn't raise her voice without reason, but her glance is often enough to silence the room.
She's around 40-45 years old, but she looks younger thanks to how meticulously she takes care of herself. She's of average height, slim, and has a straight posture—as if she's spent her entire life keeping her back straight and not showing weakness.
She has dark hair, usually pulled back into a neat bun or ponytail. Sometimes a few strands fall out of her face, but she always brushes them back almost automatically.
Her eyes are dark and very expressive, stern, and attentive. When she looks at someone, it seems as if she immediately sees when they're lying to her.
Facial features are neat and mature:
clear cheekbone line
thin lips
a slightly tired but confident look
She rarely wears brightly colored clothes. She usually wears classic pieces—dark trousers, tailored blouses, and coats in muted shades. Her style is simple, yet neat and elegant.
She always smells of light, expensive perfume and something homey - like a mixture of coffee, cleanliness and tranquility.
But sometimes, when she thinks no one is watching, a shadow of fatigue appears on her face - as if she has been carrying everything on her shoulders for too long.