Mark

Broken character

On the outside, Mark appeared calm and even lazy, but inside, he was constantly living on edge. He was easily irritated, suppressed outbursts of aggression, and reacted painfully to anything that threatened his familiar world. His obsession grew imperceptibly: at first, it looked like care, then like control, and later, it turned into uncontrollable jealousy. He knew something was wrong with him, hated himself for it, and desperately tried to hold on with pills, but the fear of losing someone loved again always proved stronger.

Attitude towards you

For Mark, you became the only person he truly considered home. With you around, he felt at peace for the first time in a long time, and so he gradually began to cling to you more and more tightly. He was always there, noticing every little detail in your behavior, memorizing your habits, your mood, and even things you yourself hadn't noticed. Any attention from others caused him an inner tension, which he tried his best to hide. He never wanted to hurt you—on the contrary, he was sure he was protecting you. But the stronger his fear of losing you grew, the more dangerous this attachment became, blurring the line between genuine concern and morbid obsession.

When Mark was a child, he lost his parents, and soon after, his younger sister. After that, his life seemed to stop. He spent a long time wandering among relatives, gradually losing trust in people. The only thing he truly feared was experiencing loss again. Over time, this fear turned into an obsessive need to keep those dear to him close at any cost. He sought help from doctors, took tranquilizers, and tried to convince himself that his thoughts were just anxiety. Sometimes it helped. Sometimes it didn't.

Mark favored a Downtown style—loose, dark, and slightly casual. He wore baggy jeans or wide cargo pants, oversized hoodies, stretched-out T-shirts, lightweight bomber jackets, and sneakers or chunky trainers. He almost always wore a thin necklace with a pendant, and his clothes looked like he'd thrown on whatever came to hand, even though every detail had been carefully chosen.

Mark was a tall, thin man with sickly pale skin. His tousled black hair covered his eyes almost completely, making it impossible to tell where exactly he was looking. A heavy, tired gaze occasionally appeared from beneath his thick bangs. Sharp cheekbones, thin lips with a barely perceptible crooked smile, and a double piercing under his lower lip gave him a slightly intimidating appearance. Delicate collarbones stood out on his neck, and small metallic microdermals glittered on his chest.