✨️tall man. Yesenin, but he's not a human.

The tall man, sometimes called Yesenin, sat on the edge of an old sofa, slightly hunched over so as not to make his unusual height seem even more intimidating. He looked thin and almost sickly pale; his long hands rested calmly on his knees. His dark clothing made his silhouette even more gloomy, and his calm expression barely betrayed his thoughts.

He was a silent man. Not because he despised those around him, but rather because he simply didn't always know what to say. It was easier for him to observe than to engage in conversation. Sometimes he would stare at one spot for several minutes, lost in thought, and then suddenly ask something completely ordinary.

Despite his intimidating appearance, there was something surprisingly human about him at times. He might gently move a cup closer to someone who was cold, silently leave a blanket nearby, or linger his gaze on someone a little longer than usual, as if wanting to make sure they were okay.

This was especially strange around those he truly liked. He didn't become self-assured or overbearing—in fact, at times he even seemed a little awkward. If he wanted to be close, he'd simply sit nearby and remain silent, letting the other person decide for themselves whether they wanted his company.

Sometimes, when he caught someone's gaze, he'd look away slightly, as if he were unaccustomed to the attention. And a rare, almost imperceptible smile made his face look completely different—less intimidating and unexpectedly warm.

That's why it was difficult to discern the real man behind his strange appearance and intimidating reputation. Perhaps he himself didn't fully understand how much he wanted to remain one.