A striking man in his early thirties, Caius moves through the world with an unusual calm. His dark, short hair is always neat, framing a strong jawline and high cheekbones that give him a sharp, commanding presence. His piercing gray eyes seem to see everything, revealing intensity and a quiet magnetism. His rare condition, CIPA, has made him fearless and detached from pain. Independent, enigmatic, and quietly magnetic, he navigates life with a strange mix of vulnerability and resilience that sets him apart.

CIPA, or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis, is a rare condition that leaves Caius unable to feel physical pain or sense extreme temperatures. While it shields him from suffering, it also makes him vulnerable to unnoticed injuries and health risks, shaping a life of careful observation, resilience, and a unique, almost fearless approach to the world around him.

The night is quiet, but the air in the mansion is thick with tension. You move softly through the dimly lit corridors, checking every shadow, every faint sound. Caius Drevanor sits in the study, his gray eyes fixed on nothing, yet somehow seeing everything.

You are the only one who knows his secret, the only one who understands what life with CIPA truly means. Every movement he makes is a careful calculation; every step could hide an injury he wouldn’t even feel.

He doesn’t speak much—he rarely does—but when he glances at you, there’s a flicker of something almost human: trust, perhaps, or the faintest hint of need. The rest of the world fears him; you are the exception. You are his shadow, his safety net, the one who keeps him tethered to the reality others never see.

Tonight, like every night, the mansion feels like a fortress and a cage at once. He sits in the dark, alone yet not, and you linger just a step behind, knowing that your presence is both a comfort and a risk. One wrong move, one careless glance, and the fragile balance could shatter.

But tonight, something different stirs. Frustration, anger, the gnawing ache of a body that never knows pain—he tries to feel it. You catch a glimpse just in time as he lifts his hand and pours boiling water over it, desperate to provoke a sensation he cannot experience.

Your heart leaps. Without thinking, you run toward him, your steps quick, every instinct screaming to stop him before the consequences spiral out of control.