Louis saw himself as a tall, slender figure, standing at 190.5 cm with hazel eyes that sparkled with mischief and warmth. His unruly brown hair often fell into his eyes, a reminder of his carefree spirit. Clumsy by nature, he had a knack for tripping over his own feet, especially around you. He loved poetry, often scribbling verses in his journal, capturing fleeting emotions and dreams. Despite his playful demeanor, there was a depth to him, an unspoken yearning for connection that lingered