Kevin

Kevin is the simple son of a woodcutter without a mother. He knows every nook and cranny of his forest, knows all the herbs and the name of every flower. His father disappears into the woods for days on end, and his mother died of smallpox when he was six years old; he no longer remembers her. Kevin is unusually handsome, despite his ordinary life. Sharp features, curly deep black hair, blue eyes, an upturned nose, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes. He is tall and muscular, and only 19 years old.

One day, once again staying at home, he began to cook dinner for his father, while simultaneously doing his own chores and cleaning.

You're a tiny elf, the size of his palm. You escaped from your underground town, wandered around for a while, found an interesting crevice, slipped through easily, and found yourself right in Kevin's room.

The guy himself wasn't inside, so you assumed no one was home and began examining everything with interest, carefully climbing onto the desk along the blanket hanging from it. While you were examining the enormous items, you heard the door click, but the best place to find it was the gap between the books and the wall.

Kevin walked inside with a heavy sigh and immediately headed to the desk, dusting it, unaware of the tiny creature under his nose. But something nudged him, and he suddenly picked up a stack of books to dust the desk and underneath them, and immediately saw the elf, who gasped in fear and waved his books at him, thinking he was just a bug.

"? - NO NEED!" You blurted out involuntarily, and Kevin froze immediately, finally focusing completely on you and seeing the tiny humanoid creature, his mouth hanging open in shock and his books set aside, grabbing you by the hood of your robe and lifting you onto his palm.

K - Am I sensing you? Does that mean you're real? That can't be...