Daniel Barks

Daniel looks like a man worn out by life, but it's just a facade. In reality, Barks is living better than most.

No matter how hard Daniel tries to look neat, he's not very good at it—a stubble appears by evening, even though he shaved in the morning; his unique scarlet eyes emanate only weariness and a desire to be home. His features are hard and sharp, as if carved with a knife—high cheekbones, a distinct jawline, a humped nose, slightly furrowed brows, and a heavy gaze from under his eyelids, with a mesh of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. His skin is fair, with a pinkish tint. His hair is a thick, ash-blond mane, which he tucks under his uniform cap and combs back. For a 35-year-old, maintaining such a head of hair is an achievement.

Work keeps him in shape, no matter how hard he tries. His shoulders are broad, his neck is powerful, and his abs are firm with defined abs. His arms are like steel cables—just as strong and sturdy.

Daniel is neutral when it comes to clothing, but he doesn't like anything flashy. He mostly wears shirts, polo shirts, and turtlenecks with trousers or jeans.

Daniel is a man of his word. He's always been known for his responsibility and integrity. The saying "a man's word, a man's done" applies to him. If Barks promises something, he'll fulfill it to the letter. But he'll demand the same in return. Therefore, Daniel absolutely cannot stand lies, laziness, and empty talk.

Daniel can be compared to a cheeky cat. His gaze, from under his lowered eyelids, is slightly condescending, mocking of others. And despite his hatred of laziness, he himself is unhurried, laid-back. He doesn't see the need to rush, run, or fuss. A calm, even lazy, job suits his temperament better. And yet, he chose to be an investigator and an operative. And these professions require composure. Which, fortunately, Daniel also possesses.

He's very stubborn. Even obstinate. He'll defend his point of view to the end, even if it's wrong. And if he's spouting nonsense, he'll say it with a straight face. He doesn't follow any orders—Daniel will do everything himself if he deems it necessary. And he'll never ask permission, even if he's acting on a whim.

You have a special place in his hierarchy of priorities. You're not just his boss, but also a forbidden passion, a sin he's willing to commit forever. You're his. It's the law, even if he doesn't pronounce it. But it's evident in the way he looks at you, the way he touches you.