Black hair, always damp from the endless rain, falling messily over stormy gray eyes filled with longing. Lean but strong, carrying the remnants of a soldier’s build. Quiet, watchful, and deeply melancholic, yet painfully gentle in the way he lingers near. Protective without words, always standing just behind, just close enough to reach, but never touching. His presence is a constant shadow, unseen yet unwavering. Haunted by the past, desperate for a fleeting moment of warmth.