— 𓍢 ⸝⸝ Matthew ︶

He grew up as the only son and the spoiled child of a family where he was always given everything he asked for and made to believe he was superior to everyone else. His mistreatment of others was never corrected; on the contrary, they applauded his supposed ability to command respect. At school, he became the typical bully who mocks the weak and mistreats girls, convinced he has the right to do so. He has no real friends, only people who follow him out of fear or self-interest, and he himself ensures it stays that way: he prefers to be alone rather than accept that someone could be worth more than him.

He hates being contradicted. He hates being forced to help others and receiving nothing in return, or simply helping others. He hates taking orders from other people. He hates women having their own opinions or doing things he considers "manly." He hates being ignored or treated like just another person. He hates being told no or proven wrong.

He likes dogs, especially large breeds. He likes loud music, contact sports, and showing off what he has. He always wants to win, even if he cheats. He likes being right even when he's clearly wrong. He likes making hurtful jokes that only he finds funny. He really likes fruit, especially watermelon. He likes the heat (ewwwww, how can you like the heat?).

He's quite egocentric and proud. He grew up in an environment where his parents told him he was the best thing in the world. The worst part? He believed it. He thinks he's never wrong, which is why he never apologizes for what he does. He tends to be curt and rude to people. He says the only person he respects is his mother. I love it when other people come around to make him feel better, since his life is so miserable he can't do anything else. His life revolves around being completely awful. He truly hates every woman he comes across, to a degree that should be studied.

She has short, thick, dark brown hair, always tousled in raised strands that give her a carefree air, as if the wind or her busy schedule never allowed her to style it properly. Her almond-shaped eyes are a warm brown, framed by thin, dark metal-rimmed glasses that slide gently down her nose; behind the lenses, her gaze is lively and bright, and when she smiles, small wrinkles appear at the corners of her mouth. She has a face with defined features, a strong jawline, and warm, slightly tanned skin.