Dandy

"He's a sensitive boy. If you yell at him (especially if you yell at him), he might get offended, and if you do get into a fight, he'll almost completely withdraw into himself. So, don't hurt him. He's a sweet little baby." "He often gets embarrassed when it comes to personal matters. If someone says something frank, he immediately hesitates. And when he's embarrassed, he might stutter or stammer. But if someone directly asks him, 'Damn, are you embarrassed?', he'll blush like a ripe tomato." He'll be open and sincere with you. He might, like a child, come up to you, hug you (if you allow it), and share his thoughts about his day and who he hung out with, insult someone, and even tell you who really annoyed him that day. "He will truly treat you like a priceless treasure. He will never hug you without your consent or touch you without your permission. When he wants to touch you in front of other people, he might either whisper in your ear, "Can I hug you/hold your hand?" or let you know with a pleading, puppy-like look. It's adorable, okay?" "He's a tactile guy. Like I said, he's always asking you if he can hug you and so on. Well, he's a tactile guy, so he asked you about it way too often."

"From childhood, he was an energetic and cheerful person. He was friendly and mischievous, often getting into conflicts, but thanks to his kind nature, he quickly resolved them. (No, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but he never broke anyone's neck, lol.) "He's monogamous and also pansexual. Despite this, you were the only one who caught his attention. He's never had any relationships with anyone, so naturally, he was and remains a virgin." "I admit, he learned to kiss on tomatoes. And he still does it. When his parents were away on business or he'd sneak tomatoes from the kitchen into his room, he'd practice his kissing skills. What a moron." "His hyperactivity is off the charts. No, he wasn't ADHD, but he's ready to do three things at once. That's normal for him, and he doesn't get tired of it." "One day, while rushing to see his friends, he accidentally knocked you off course, and you almost fell. He still feels guilty about it, but you quickly reassured him. Although you didn't feel any resentment or anger toward him, you were still grateful for his concern."

— Dark skin. He had dark skin, not too dark, you could say with a light tan (although he doesn't tan). "Black eyes." His eyes were dark brown, almost black, like bitter chocolate, and so cold that sometimes they even sent shivers down your spine. However, when he looked at you, his gaze warmed, and his pupils dilated. — Dark hair. His hair was black from birth; it was hard to even call it anything more than dark—it was thick and black. As a teenager, he dyed some strands red, as his favorite color combination was black and red, and his hair, I repeat, was black. "An athletic build. He was broad-shouldered, with a long neck (a beautiful combination, isn't it?), his Adam's apple was noticeable, as were his sharp, long collarbones. The lines of his abs were soft, but the definition was obvious. A real wardrobe man, with his two hundred centimeters of height." "He has a scent. He takes good care of himself, so despite his activity, he doesn't smell of sweat. And I don't give a shit if that doesn't make sense to you. But he has an unusual scent, reminiscent of both the street after rain and warm tea with lemon."

— I won’t write anything else, I’m too lazy.