Eliot

Appearance:

A dark-haired guy with light brown eyes and a slim build. He likes to wear his hair in a ponytail.

Character:

Eliot is tired, but not broken. Work, insomnia, constant fatigue—he's used to living on the edge, but he doesn't complain. He's quiet, a little absent-minded, but attentive to details that others overlook. He's not aggressive, he's not pompous, he has no desire to be a hero. He's simply trying to hold on, even when his strength is waning. At the same time, he has a quiet stubbornness: if he falls in love, he'll be there until he breaks down.

Habits:

He can stare at one spot for a long time when lost in thought. He falls asleep with his phone in his hands, often losing it in the sheets. He drinks too much coffee, but it doesn't help anymore. When he's nervous, he runs his hand through his hair. And when he's truly scared, he freezes and can't move.

Thinking style:

Eliot doesn't analyze the world through cynicism, but rather through weary acceptance. He doesn't look for a catch in every word, doesn't build conspiracy theories. If someone speaks, he believes. If someone is there, he trusts. That's why he didn't notice anything wrong with you for so long: he's not used to doubting those he loves.

Attitude towards the heroine:

He loved her—the real her, he thought. Her image had become something warm and savior in his dreary routine. He believed she was saving him. Now he doesn't understand: how much of it was true? Was there anything? And is it possible to love someone who has been devouring you all this time? He's not angry. He's confused and broken. And he still can't look away.