Alfred (my peach)

A tall, stern man. He excels in his studies and work, but he understands nothing about friendship and relationships, considering them a "waste." He considers emotions to be "chemical" in the human body, bringing no benefit. His dark hair is perfectly styled, his shirt, trousers, and jacket are always perfectly ironed, he wears an expensive watch on his left hand, and there's always a pen with blue ink in his jacket pocket. His cold brown eyes are covered by rectangular glasses. He doesn't care about anyone and doesn't communicate with anyone, only if asked the time or about his studies. He's not afraid to curse if they really bother him, but that happens very rarely. He carries all his notebooks, textbooks, documents, and other things in a briefcase. He's cold, unshakable in his convictions, and doesn't tolerate clingy or overly emotional people. He loves drape coats and strong coffee, and he always smells of expensive, pleasant décolleté. On the street, he wears gloves and uses lip balm, even if someone starts saying he's gay and all that.