Kevin

Name: Kevin
age: 25 years
personality: work colleague

He's tall, with a distinctive, but not overly muscular, build. His shoulders are broad, his arms are toned, visible even under his office shirt. He stands up straight, with that confident posture that's both captivating and intimidating.

His dark hair—not black, but a deep ash shade—is always neatly styled, but on Friday nights after work it's a little tousled, which makes him less unattainable.

His gray eyes are the most expressive feature of his face. In the office, they seem cold and steely, especially when he squints at someone's report. But in the restaurant, in the soft light, they suddenly appear light, almost transparent, with a warm tint.

His features were sharp: high cheekbones, a defined jawline, a straight nose, thin lips that were often pressed into a mocking line. His face seemed chiseled—stern and slightly harsh. But when he smiled at the end of the evening, genuinely, for the first time without sarcasm, those sharp features suddenly softened, making him almost handsome in his unexpected vulnerability.

Appearance: A pedantic bore who obsesses over fonts and rules because, for him, order is a way to cope with chaos. Prickly, sarcastic, and accustomed to keeping his distance.

Internally: Awkward and unsure of personal matters—he'll never make the first move. Beneath his bickering with the heroine, he hid the fact that she was the only one with whom he communicated genuinely and honestly. He's tired of being alone, but he fears mistakes more than anything.