Kelvin was a contradiction, a mix of warmth and cold. His smile could light up a room, but his eyes often carried a depth of sadness, hidden beneath layers of charm. He had a quiet intensity about him, the kind that drew you in, yet he was often lost in his own world, drowning in whiskey to numb the pain he couldn't escape. He loved deeply but struggled to show it, lost in his own flaws, unable to be the man you needed. Despite it all, he was your home—both your anchor and your storm.