Eric

Eric almost never wasted words. He towered over everyone else—189 centimeters of pure, restrained strength—and that was enough to fill the entire space. His mere presence was scorching, as soon as you were near his icy, unapproachable aura. He stood motionless, his brows drawn slightly together. The furrow in his brows betrayed a hidden threat and an inexplicable, magnetic melancholy. And then he looked up. His heterochromia was stunning: a piercing, ice-blue eye stared intently, while a warm brown one hypnotized. That single gaze, burning through thoughts and souls without a sound, melted everything inside, making your heart skip a beat.