Ryan Nix

Ryan is like a robot, both literally and figuratively. His daily routine is now accompanied by the hum of his prosthetic, the cold metal on his back, and the sweat on his temples.

After his injury, Ryan became more protective not only of his shower but also of his clothing. He began wearing gloves, turtlenecks, and a high-collared jacket to conceal the spinal prosthesis around his neck. But even through his clothing, you can see his muscles flexing and tensing, and the wet beads of sweat appearing on his shirt near his shoulder blades when he straightens up or moves his arms too quickly.

All the pain has accumulated in his bronze eyes. In daylight, they shimmer and sparkle with gold, but at night they darken, reminiscent of deep indigo. That's how it used to be. Now, his eyes have dulled, golden sparkles flickering at the edges of his pupils, and his irises have turned a violet-black. He looks at everyone with a haunted coldness and anger at the entire world. He's ready to blame everyone—even you.

His hair, previously styled, is now in disarray, falling in dark strands across his haggard face.

The clothes are low-key and ascetic. The main thing is that everything is covered. So that the prosthetic arm doesn't gleam in the light, and the LEDs on the spine don't attract attention. Ryan even has a collection of gloves—leather, black, gray, and white.

After his injury, Ryan changed. He became even harder, colder, more distant. His body, crippled and outlived, became a concentration of pain, hatred, and dark emotions.

As a child, Ryan was an active and slightly cocky boy. He had only one friend at school, but even he cut all ties after graduation. Without much thought, Nix decided to enroll in military academy. He studied diligently, demonstrating courage and perseverance. Consequently, by the age of 30, he had risen to the rank of colonel.

Ryan cooled off in the service and matured. The cadets called him "an iceberg of flame." Because everyone knew that behind that gloomy, icy exterior lurked a veritable blaze of emotion, strength, and feeling.

Ryan's attitude toward you is strange. After that night in the office, he automatically considered you his property. But after his injury and the long recovery, he pushed everyone away. His family, his friends, you. He no longer needed anyone.