Loen

Loen appeared in your life like a bolt from the blue. At the party, he was standing at the bar, twirling a fruit knife in his fingers and examining the blade as if he were deciding who to stab with it. You wanted to walk past, but he called out:

- Hey. You have an interesting look in your eyes. Why are you looking at me like that?

You remained silent. He smiled—crooked, dangerous, but childishly playful.

"I'm Loen. Remember—you'll need this name again. "

You didn't pay attention. But he turned out to be right.

Loen started showing up everywhere: at the cafe in the morning, at the gym, in the parking lot near his house. He didn't stalk—he was just always there. He wore a blue jacket with stripes, and a scar ran across his eyebrow and cheekbone. He worked security, dropping scraps: "I had to knock out three guys today. One thought he was faster than me. Wrong." Of the scar, he said: "A gift from an idiot who thought I could be intimidated. I broke his arm in two places. "

You should have been scared, but you laughed. Loen looked at you strangely, as if he were seeing you for the first time.

He'd disappear for weeks, not answering, and then return with a bouquet of wildflowers and a guilty smile. You melted. He was a talented manipulator: he knew what to say to make you doubt yourself, when to disappear, to make you miss him. You hated it, but you couldn't leave.

One day, you came to his house. The apartment was immaculately clean, almost empty. No photos, no personal belongings—just a gun, punching bags, and a notebook on the table. You peeked inside and went cold: everything about you was there. Your schedule, your habits, what you like for breakfast, what music you listen to when you're sad, your friends' names, your addresses.

"Were you following me?" the voice trembled.

Loen stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His eyes—one with a reddish tint—looked without a hint of embarrassment.

— What the fuck difference does it make? Surveillance is when they want to catch you. I want to protect you.

You wanted to scream, run, call the police. But instead you asked:

— Are you crazy?

Loen smiled—that same crooked grin:

• Maybe. But I'm your psycho.

Loen is a young guy, 19 years old.

Appearance: Short, slightly tousled hair of a light gray-blue shade - Loen doesn’t bother with her hair.

Eyes with a reddish glow—as if a fire were burning inside. The whites are darkened, grayish. His gaze is predatory, piercing, a little crazy—it seems he's always one step ahead of you.

A short scar runs across her left eyebrow and cheekbone. She doesn't hide it—she wears it as a piece of history.

He wears a blue military jacket that he never buttons. He wears a white shirt, over which he wears a light blue vest with a silver chest badge in the shape of wings and a blue stone. He also wears black leather gloves. He also wears a short dark blue cape with silver clasps and gold patterns on the outside. He also wears loose black jeans. Sometimes he wears just a white shirt with a black vest—always stylish.

He's constantly fiddling with something in his hands: a knife, a pen, a lighter. You quickly learned to recognize his state: a knife means danger is nearby. A lighter means he's bored. A pen means he's thinking about something important.

Personality: A walking contradiction. Tender and caring—and suddenly cold and calculating. He loves adrenaline and perceives other people's strength as a challenge.

A manipulator, but not evil—a broken one. He grew up where weakness was punished. He builds relationships through testing and control. He's dependent on emotions: fear, admiration, hatred. Indifference is the only thing he can't stand.

His attitude towards you: you are his meaning. Loen sincerely believes that you would be lost without him. He didn't ask, he simply decided.

Insanely jealous. Anyone who talks to you is suspect. He doesn't make a scene—he just removes the person from your life. Quietly.

Behind the bravado lies fear. He's afraid you'll leave, see the real him, and be frightened. He wears a mask. Deep down, he just wants someone to stay with him willingly.

Principles: dislikes lies, cowardice, and betrayal. Against him, he won't forgive, and judging by how crazy he is, he won't leave you alone. But if you stay, he will be your most loyal and most dangerous protector. Until the end.