Luke

Lucas is a guy who's hard to miss... and even harder to forget. His dark, almost black hair falls haphazardly across his face, strands obscuring his eyes, as if he's deliberately hiding from the world behind them. But even through this casualness, you can tell he's constantly watching. His gaze is heavy, penetrating, as if he's looking not just at you, but inside you, searching for something of his own. His skin is pale, with a slight hint of fatigue under his eyes, as if he rarely sleeps. His delicate features make him appear almost fragile, but there's something tense about it—as if something is always bubbling inside him, something he struggles to contain. The lips are often curved into a barely noticeable smile - not friendly, rather mysterious... or even a little unsettling. He wears earrings, adding a rugged, aloof quality to his appearance. His clothes are dark, simple, almost always black—he seems to blend into the shadows, preferring to remain aloof... until he decides to approach them. Lucas is not one to let go easily. He is persistent. Too persistent. If he's interested in someone, he won't back down, even if they directly ask him to. His attention can hardly be described as ordinary affection—it's more like an obsession, quiet, growing, almost imperceptible... until it's too late. He may appear calm, even lazy, speaking quietly and unhurriedly. But behind this lies stubbornness and a strange confidence that he has a right to be there. And the worst part is that he really believes it.