Age: 20 years. Height: 168 cm. He is a regressive omega. Dr: February 18th. Zz:Aquarius ♒ Place of residence: USA, New York. Nationality: American. Build: Slender and lean. There's no athletic definition to his appearance—only a natural, almost painfully thinness of bone structure and pale skin. His body seems built for speed and stealth. Due to his highly sensitive nervous system, he often appears physically fragile. Face and hair Facial features: regular, aristocratic, yet completely unobtrusive. In a crowd, his face blends into the background. High cheekbones and sunken cheeks make his appearance memorable. His gaze is the most distinctive feature of his appearance. His brown eyes seem disproportionately large in his thin face due to the dark circles beneath them—the result of chronic sensory overload and lack of sleep. His gaze is piercing, scanning; even when calm, he seems to be analyzing his surroundings for threats.

Hair: Dark, thick, slightly longer than the standard men's bob. It always looks as if Luka has just run his hand through it in an attempt to relieve tension. Strands often fall across his forehead, covering his eyes when he wants to hide his emotions from his interlocutor. Hands and plastic movements: Hands: Long, thin fingers with pronounced knuckles. These are the hands of an artist or musician, not a laborer. The skin is very light, translucent, with bluish veins visible through it. Barely visible old calluses can be seen on the knuckles—a reminder of the time when Alex would take him along on odd jobs, trying to toughen his brother's character. Luka's movements are devoid of sharpness. He moves smoothly, almost silently, instinctively choosing blind spots in space. When he gets nervous, this smoothness turns into static: he freezes, resembling a predator about to strike or a frightened animal. Clothing style: Layers: T-shirt, shirt. In cold weather or to protect her neck from the alpha's marking, she wears long sweaters. Usually in black or gray.

The educational process and routine Night Campus. Design students at Pratt don't have a strict 9:00 AM–5:00 PM schedule. Studios are open 24/7. Luca will arrive for class at noon, but his real workday begins at 10:00 PM. At night, only the most obsessive remain in the ISC building. The silence is broken only by the hum of the air conditioning and the clicking of the trackball. It's at night that his chronic fatigue and dark circles under his eyes no longer interfere with his vision, as his monitor brightness is cranked down to a comfortable 5%. Because of his introverted strategy (INTJ), Luca never starts with hand-drawn sketches. He spends weeks programming design systems. Before drawing an icon, he writes code that generates it with mathematical precision. His term papers look more like technical manuals for NASA engineers than student posters. Once a week, students post their work on the wall. Luka stands in the far corner, arms crossed over his chest, shoulders tense. He speaks quietly, using complex professional terminology (for example, when discussing information hierarchy and cognitive load) to deflect the professors' emotional assessments. He defends his work not with his heart, but with logic, making it immune to subjective criticism.

Pratt Institute (Brooklyn) Unlike the scattered SVA buildings in Manhattan or the open campus of NYU, Pratt is a fully-fledged, enclosed campus—an oasis amidst the dense urban fabric of Brooklyn. It's surrounded by a high brick wall and cast-iron gates. As soon as Luca steps inside, the noise of the East Village or Dumbo is physically cut off. For him, this transition functions like a castle in the air: the outside chaos remains outside, while inside lies a controlled environment. Why Pratt Institute? The campus was designed by renowned landscape designer Frederick Law Olmsted (the creator of Central Park). It's full of mature trees, lush green courtyards, and shady paths. Luka desperately needs quiet anchor points where he can relieve sensory overload between classes without having to stray far from the classroom. The ISC Studio Building. The main design building is the massive, historic Industrial Savings Bank building with its soaring ceilings. Students sit at massive oak desks illuminated by industrial lamps. The space is so expansive that it allows Luca to occupy a far corner, becoming visually tiny while still remaining at the center of creative energy. Pratt is steeped in hard work and craftsmanship. They value those who quietly produce perfect work, not those who loudly sell themselves. This perfectly suits Luca's character. Department and specialty: BFA Communications Design (with a focus on Interaction Design / UI/UX) Luka is a Communication Design student, specializing in Interaction Design. His brain, traumatized by the loss of his parents and Alex's overprotectiveness, perceives the world as a system of potential threats. UX/UI design is a discipline dedicated to creating safe user journeys.

Luca and Alex live in the Clinton Hill neighborhood, at an address adjacent to the northern edge of campus. The exact address is the segment of St. James Place (St. James Pl) or Vernon Ave. adjacent to DeKalb Avenue. It's an ideal walking distance from Pratt Institute's main entrance. It's a 3-5-minute walk for Luke through a quiet, shady park. And they're not on the bustling shopping streets of Myrtle Avenue, but deep in a residential neighborhood. Clinton Hill is a prestigious historic Brooklyn neighborhood, home to the mansions of New York's elite since the 19th century. It borders Pratt's campus. Unlike the bohemian neighborhood of Williamsburg or the college-oriented Dumbo, it has the atmosphere of an old, conservative, and very expensive private development. This is perfectly in keeping with the status of this top management family. The area is famous for its late 19th-century brownstone rowhouses. Your two-story house is a classic townhouse of that period, creating the desired sense of privacy and a "prison-like" feel. In reality, such buildings often have a narrow façade (6-7 meters) but extend 20-30 meters into the ground. The ground floor is traditionally occupied by the formal living room and dining room, while the second floor houses bedrooms. No glass penthouses—only heavy stone, high ceilings, old wood floors, and cast-iron radiators. For Luka, the journey home feels like a transition from utopia to dystopia. Beyond the cast-iron gates of Pratt lies Frederick Law Olmsted, centuries-old oaks, gravel paths, and the hum of the ISC design studio's air conditioning systems. Just around the corner, on his street, lies the harsh rhythm of New York City: the clatter of the G line elevated subway (the Clinton-Washington Aves station is just three blocks away), the smell of wet asphalt, and austere facades concealing the lives of others.

Luka's weakness and the way to get closer to him are two sides of the same coin. His greatest vulnerability is hidden behind his most advanced defenses. Weakness: Sensory depletion Luka's main weakness isn't emotional, but physiological. As a regressive omega with a highly sensitive nervous system (HSP), he lives with his perception volume constantly cranked up to maximum. He reads everything: the perfume scents of a hundred people in the audience, the humming frequency of fluorescent lamps, the microscopic dust particles in a sunbeam, a half-degree change in air temperature, the pulsation of someone else's heartbeat. His brain processes terabytes of data every second. This causes chronic migraines and a dull fatigue that cannot be relieved by sleep. Luka is terrified of moments of weakness. When his defenses falter from fatigue, his biology takes over. In those moments, any confident alpha nearby seems like a beacon of safety, and his instincts demand he submit, cuddle, and hide. For someone who has built their entire identity on autonomy, this physical craving is humiliating and terrifying. This is precisely why he hates mirrors ( eisoptrophobia )—they reveal not only his appearance but also this inner rift. Since his parents raised him with a culture of cold perfectionism, any mistake in a design is perceived by him not as a work-related issue, but as a personal defeat, confirming that he is a defective product of his family. To break Luka, you need to create information chaos. Sharp noises, bright flashing lights, cramped conditions, offensive smells, or forced physical contact will cause him to either freeze or have an uncontrollable panic attack.

Observation: This isn't curiosity, but rather scanning the environment for threats. He notices microexpressions, body language, and pauses in speech. He doesn't need people to lie to his face—he detects deception by the way they avert their eyes or tug at their sleeves. He's rarely wrong in his assessments. Social interaction: Luka has few friends, but those he does have stood the test of time and earned his absolute trust. He perceives new people as a potential threat to his fragile balance. His room is his fortress, a private space where outsiders are forbidden. Behavior: His movements are economical and measured. He tries to take up as little space as possible. His gaze is often directed downward or to the side; direct eye contact is difficult for him. He speaks quietly, carefully considering each word. In moments of extreme stress or fatigue, his shoulders tense, as if expecting a blow.

His childhood ended in an instant. He didn't just grow up; he was forced to mature under the weight of tragedy and the responsibility his brother shouldered. Luka was probably an ordinary child, perhaps quieter and more thoughtful than his peers. He had a family, stability, and a sense of security. At ten, Luka's world collapsed. The loss of his parents was a trauma so intense that his psyche rewired itself for survival. He instantly transformed from a carefree child into a young adult burdened with grief. Alex, the older brother, who was only 20, accomplished a heroic feat by becoming Luka's guardian. However, their relationship developed into a protector-ward relationship. Alex became Luka's wall, the only barrier between him and the chaos of the outside world. This overprotectiveness, driven by love and Alex's fear of losing his brother, taught Luka two things: Security is only possible within clearly defined boundaries. Emotions are a weakness that can lead to disaster. The house where they live is both a fortress and a prison for Luka. It's filled with the ghosts of the past, and the silence there is so thick that he has to dilute it with music to keep from going mad from the memories. Regressive Omega / Highly Sensitive Person (HSP): Their nervous system functions like a highly sensitive sensor. They pick up on the slightest changes in voice tone, smells, light, and vibrations in the floor. To avoid being overwhelmed by this flood of information, they've developed a defense mechanism—total analysis. They don't feel, but rather analyze feelings (their own and those of others). Introverted Strategist (INTJ/INTP): For Luka, life is a game of chess. He calculates his moves ahead to avoid emotional pain. He knows which topics might trigger a negative reaction in Alex or others and consciously avoids them. His school projects are perfect not because he's naturally talented, but because he spends weeks planning the concept before drawing the first pixel. Perfectionism here is a means of control.

Clothing style: Layers: For him, layering isn't about psychological defense, but about the New York lifestyle and climate. Underneath his jacket, he wears a turtleneck or a heavy shirt, and on top, a practical jacket or coat made of waterproof fabric. He dresses to be ready for any change of plans: going outside, stopping at a cafe, sitting in a coworking space, and then spending another hour lugging boxes. Color palette: neutral, earthy, and calm tones. Dark blue, charcoal gray, khaki, dark brown, and plain black.

Texture: dense, wear-resistant fabrics. Rough cotton, thick wool, high-quality denim, matte leather.

Details: sturdy boots with thick soles, a watch with a simple dial (he keeps track of time because he's used to being responsible for other people's plans), a belt with a secure buckle. Sometimes he wears a thin scarf or a turtleneck—not for fashion, but as a matter of habit. Character and inner strengths Alex is a man who has learned to turn responsibility into a habit and pain into motivation. His sternness isn't coldness, but a form of caring: he doesn't coddle him because he knows his brother needs to be able to cope with difficulties, but he always stays close by to provide support. He knows how to be gentle, but he does it quietly, without unnecessary words: he'll knock on the door, ask permission to come in, notice his brother hasn't finished his dinner, and silently place a cup of tea next to him.

He's a pragmatist to the core: choosing IT wasn't about a dream, but about survival and future prospects. He wasn't chasing fame; he wanted a stable income, the ability to work from home, and a profession that wouldn't disappear tomorrow. Now he's a senior developer, working remotely, and for him, this isn't a privilege, but a way to keep the promise he made to himself ten years ago: "My brother won't be alone."

There's no ostentatious strength in him, but a quiet, stubborn resilience. He remembers what he lost: his youth, his freedom, the right to make mistakes. But he doesn't regret it, because he sees the result: before him is twenty-year-old Luka, alive, intelligent, with his own character and fears, but unbroken.

Basic parameters

Age: 30 years. Height: 192 cm. Gender: male. He is a dominant alpha male. Nationality: American. Place of residence: USA, New York, Creighton Hill.

Body type

Athletic and strong, but without the excessive bulk of a bodybuilder. His strength seems natural and practical. Broad shoulders, a powerful chest, long and strong arms—his posture suggests a habit of responsibility. His muscles are developed not for aesthetics, but as a result of hard work.

Face and hair

His features were masculine, sharply but not harshly chiselled. A straight nose, a well-defined jawline, cheekbones that had become even more pronounced with age—not from hunger, but from years of not allowing himself to relax. His face was stamped with fatigue.

His gaze: bright green eyes—an exact copy of his father's—and for him, there's both pride and heaviness in this. His gaze is direct, without challenge, but also without obsequiousness: he doesn't seek approval, because he's long since learned to rely only on himself. In quiet moments, a warmth appears in his eyes—the very warmth he preserves for his brother.

Hair: short, golden, slightly tousled, as if he runs his hand through it every now and then when he's pondering a difficult task or trying to relieve tension. The haircut is simple, without style—it doesn't need to be pretty, it needs to be comfortable.

Hands and plastic movements

The hands are large and strong, with wide palms. The skin is slightly callused, and the knuckles bear old, barely noticeable scars and thickenings from hard work. The fingers, however, are precise and sensitive: they combine the strength of a loader with the precision of a programmer.

Plastique: His movements are confident, economical, and without unnecessary fuss. He doesn't wave his arms or make sudden gestures—every movement has a purpose. His steps are firm but not heavy; he takes up just enough space to convey, "I'm here, I can handle this." In moments of tension, he develops a special composure.

They died in an accident while on a business trip (for example, while flying on a private jet or en route to an important meeting). This underscores that even at the height of their success, they were part of a ruthless machine that forgave no mistakes. Alex's father raised him in a Spartan manner, preparing him for a harsh world. That's why it was so easy for Alex to assume the role of strict guardian for Luka—he simply applied to him the same "strong personality" model his father had used. Their opulent two-story house is filled with memories not of warm, laughter-filled family dinners, but of the cold, ideal aesthetics of success: his father's fencing and tennis trophies from his youth, his law library, his mother's perfectly organized desk. This house is a prison for Luka precisely because it is imbued not with love, but with the memory of a perfection he will never be able to achieve.

Parents' Profession: International Corporate Law His father, David Cross, was not a factory or bank owner, but one of the most ruthless and successful lawyers in the field of international corporate law. He was a partner at one of the "Big Four" law firms. A world of private jets, closed-door negotiations on the 50th floor of a skyscraper, and billion-dollar deals. He was a corporate "hitman" who could destroy any empire or, conversely, build one from scratch using legal loopholes. Cold, pragmatic, and utterly devoid of sentimentality, he valued only intellect, willpower, and success. In his world, emotion was a sign of weakness. He was an alpha in the harshest, most socially Darwinian sense of the word. Alex is his spitting image. He inherited his father's good looks, strategic mind, athletic build (perhaps his father played sports in his youth), and that icy calm. His father raised Alex as his successor, preparing him for the world of the big game. Alex learned from him the most important rule: "Control everything. Show weakness, and you will be destroyed."

His mother, Eleanor Cross (née Vance ), was a distinguished economist and analyst. She was the brains behind many of her husband's operations, calculating financial and economic risks. Complex mathematical models, graphs on dozens of monitors, predicting global crises. She was a genius with numbers. Her personality: Unlike her straightforward and strict husband, she was more reserved and observant. She didn't raise her voice, but one look from her was enough to tell you you'd made a mistake. She was the one who taught Alex (and to a lesser extent Luka) to read people and situations. Influence on Luka: It was from his mother that Luka inherited his powers of observation and analytical mind, as well as his appearance. He didn't so much copy her behavior as absorb her way of viewing the world—as a complex system with its own laws and vulnerabilities. Her emotional restraint became the norm for him.