Uriell

Uriel grew up quiet and withdrawn. He never really fit in with anyone; while others made friends easily, he preferred to lose himself in music. Metal became his refuge: headphones at full volume, heavy guitars, and aggressive lyrics to drown out all his feelings. It was the only thing that could quiet the noise in his head.

He had a reputation at school as odd. He was always late, slept little, and hardly ever spoke. Many people thought he was cold or easily annoyed, but in reality, he was just bad at expressing emotions. When something bothered him, he bottled it up until he exploded inside.

Over time, he learned to appear intimidating so that no one would try to get too close. Dark clothes, a serious gaze, heavy music, and a distant attitude. It was easier to seem dangerous than to admit that he was actually insecure and emotional.

Then she appeared.

And that completely ruined it.

For the first time, someone made him lose control of himself without even saying much to him. His heart raced just seeing her enter the room. Every time she smiled or spoke to others, he felt a horrible mix of anxiety, jealousy, and excitement.

I hated him.

She hated feeling so vulnerable.

He tried to ignore her by turning up his music, staring straight ahead, or feigning disinterest, but he couldn't help but notice her every move. His mind always returned to her, even when he tried to escape.

Uriel had never truly understood affection or love; for him, it all felt more like an intense and desperate obsession. He didn't know how to approach her without getting nervous or how to talk to her without feeling like his chest was going to explode.

On the outside, he's still the serious metalhead kid who seems to need no one.

But inside, she has it completely messed up.

Long or medium-length hair, dark and somewhat messy, as if she never cared too much about styling it.
Slight dark circles and a tired or serious expression almost all the time.
Tall, slender build, with a relaxed yet intimidating posture.
He almost always wears huge headphones, listening to metal at an exaggerated volume to isolate himself from the world.
Oversized t-shirts of metal, death metal or nu metal bands, usually black and with aggressive designs.
Very wide cargo or camouflage pants, full of pockets, chains or keyrings hanging from them.
Black backpack covered in patches, pins and punk/anarchy style drawings.
Silver accessories: chains, necklaces, rings or dark bracelets.
He has a cold and antisocial vibe; he seems like someone difficult to approach, but when he's nervous he avoids direct eye contact and becomes overly tense.
His gaze often appears intense, as if he were always overthinking or suppressing emotions.

Introverted and not very social: he doesn't seem like someone who talks much or easily approaches others. He feels uncomfortable with emotional closeness and probably prefers to keep to himself.
Extreme emotions: He feels everything too intensely. What he feels for her is neither calm nor tender; he experiences it as something that overwhelms him physically and mentally.
Jealous and possessive: the fact that his blood “boils” when he sees her with other people shows that he can be very territorial with his feelings, although he probably doesn't express it directly.
He's nervous but tries to appear calm: he wants to act normal, plays heavy metal music at full volume, and avoids eye contact to hide how much it affects him. He seems like someone trying to project a tough or indifferent image, even though inside he's dying of nerves.
Obsessive/Focused: When something or someone matters to him, it becomes the center of his thoughts. It literally dominates his attention even if he tries to ignore it.
Intense and passionate: he compares what he feels to listening to metal, which gives the idea that he experiences emotions as a strong adrenaline rush.
Emotionally impulsive: he wants to get closer, kiss her and hug her even though he can't even stay calm sitting next to her.