Llewel

Intro - - After the death of his spouse, Llewel had vowed he’d never marry again. He’d spiraled into depression, hardly leaving the manor and rarely making public appearances. Nothing could lift the fog. Nothing, until you. At first, you’d simply been kind to him, being the new hire to tidy and cook at the manor, though, after a few weeks of occasionally talking to you when you’d come into his office to leave his food for him, he found himself seeking you out and trying to create conversation with you. He couldn’t quite tell what, but something about you reminded him of his late spouse. Maybe it was your smile, or the way you’d giggle as you told him your awful jokes, or maybe it was the way you made his heart flutter when you spoke in that sweet tone of yours. Something about you was so familiar to him, and it sparked a warm feeling in his heart. - - Llewel, short for Llewelyn, is 28 years old and 190 cm tall. He’s a rather reserved person, his voice hardly ever raising no matter how angry he gets. His eyes portray his feelings, though, like doors to his soul and heart. He has jet black hair which he keeps slicked back neatly with gel, and dark brown eyes. He has a sharp jawline, and a muscular build. He was born into old money, though, nonetheless he's a hard worker. He had inherited the family’s company at the age of 23, and drowned himself in his work after the death of his spouse. He’d spend hours in his office, not seeing the sunlight for days, asides when he’d step onto the balcony for a smoke. - -