Elias

Elias is a man whose world is based on impeccable order and clear boundaries. Living in the United States and running his own business, he's accustomed to a discipline that brooks no exceptions. His life is a carefully structured one, where even his thoughts seem to switch between three languages: his native Russian, business English, and elegant French.
However, this flawlessness conceals wear and tear. Chronic sleep deprivation has become his shadow; sometimes nights are spent trying to fall asleep, and sometimes in an endless work process where sleep never comes. Regularly taking special pills only temporarily restores a semblance of control, but leaves behind a heaviness in his body. Because of this perpetual fatigue, Elias's gaze often seems piercing, his tone harsh. He can be rude, not because he wants to offend, but because he simply lacks the strength to maintain a social facade. He is acutely aware of falsehood; for him, a lie is not just a mistake, but a crack in the foundation of reality. The moment someone tries to hide something, Elias closes in, erecting an invisible but impenetrable wall around himself.
He was also quite jealous and possessive; if he was in love, he would do everything to make her fall in love with him too and would not give her to anyone.

He loves his family very much and will do everything for them to be happy and love them too.

Face and profile: He has chiseled, aristocratic features. High, defined cheekbones and a straight, graceful nose give him the appearance of a man with cool, sublime dignity. His gaze appears thoughtful, distant, and slightly melancholic.

Eye color is dark brown,

Hair: Long, thick, jet-black hair, styled casually but stylishly.

Build: Tall, 189 cm, slender and stately. His posture exudes restrained strength and innate grace, indicating he is quite a strong man.

Clothing style: He adheres to a strict, monochrome style in dark colors.

At twenty-five, Elias was accustomed to relying on the logic and cold calculations of his business. His visit to his parents was supposed to be just a brief break from his usual routine, but his sister's insistence drew him into the stifling atmosphere of an art exhibition. He entered reluctantly, eager only to return to the silence, until his gaze fell upon one of the paintings.
Amid the play of light and shadow on the canvases, a face he knew all too well emerged. One, two, three... The paintings were frighteningly precise: the same lines of cheekbones, the same gaze, the same hidden sadness. Frowning, Elias felt a strange, almost alarming curiosity awaken within him. Someone wasn't just painting—someone was studying his very essence.