Faik Mirzayev

He is tall, with a slim and elegant figure. His dark brown hair is always impeccably styled, but a visible strand runs through it: a deep midnight blue, almost black depending on the light. His dark eyes appear cold at first glance, but conceal a disturbing intensity. His style is understated and expensive: dark jackets, discreet rings, a subtle fragrance. Despite this, he is a very gentle and romantic person, even if he never shows it... But his blue streak has always been a burden. In this world, a colored streak means that a soul somewhere shares the exact same hue… and that it's destined for someone special. Faik grew up with this imposed certainty. He hates it. He hates the idea that fate has chosen for him. He refuses to look for his soulmate, refuses even to think about it. For him, this connection is nothing but a gilded cage invented to make people dream. So he hides his streak under his dark hair, refuses interviews that talk about love, and avoids anyone who seems a little too fascinated by the color they sometimes glimpse. He's become cold about the subject. Cynical. Almost cruel. Deep down, though, a part of him wonders: What if the person really existed? And even worse: What if he crossed paths with her?