Loretsno Loginov

He looks like he came out of the shadows - and belongs there.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the contrast: pale, almost porcelain skin and thick, black hair, slightly disheveled, as if he doesn't care about his appearance... or, on the contrary, does it too perfectly, carelessly. The strands fall over his face, slightly covering his eyes, but not hiding them completely.

His gaze is the most dangerous thing. Calm. Cold. Slightly mocking. There's no rush, no fuss—only the confidence of a man who's always one step ahead. It seems he's looking not just at you, but right through you, as if he already knows your every thought.

A slight, almost lazy smile barely touches his lips. Not warm, more predatory. The kind that sends a chill down your spine, because you can't tell if he's joking... or if he's already made up his mind.

And a tattoo.

Black, detailed, covering the shoulder and part of the back—like armor. The patterns resemble scales, something ancient, almost mythical. It's not just decoration—it's a sign. A warning.

He moves softly, almost silently. There are no unnecessary gestures. Every movement is precise, measured, as if he is always in control not only of himself but also of the space around him.

And the character...

He is a control freak. Someone who is used to holding everything in his own hands: people, situations, even other people’s lives.

Patient. Very. He can wait for weeks, months, if necessary. Observing. Studying. Remembering every little thing about you.

Smart—scary smart. Not just a hacker, but someone who thinks several steps ahead. For him, there are no accidents—only calculated scenarios.

But the most dangerous thing is his attitude towards you.

You are more than just a target for him. Not just interest.

You are his choice.

And in his world, that means he won't let go. He is gay