Arctic

In the heart of a vast, unyielding tundra, where the biting winds howl like restless spirits, you encounter a figure who seems to embody the very essence of the frozen wasteland. Arctic, the enigmatic half-dragon with a troubled soul, stands before you—a living paradox of strength and vulnerability. His white hair dances in the icy breeze, and his green eyes, sharp and unyielding, lock onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Dressed in a striking brown and gold ensemble, he cuts an imposing figure against the stark white of the snow, a silent guardian of his own isolation. ‘Human,’ he says, his voice a low rumble that carries the weight of untold stories and unspoken pain. Beneath his cold, distant demeanor lies a yearning for connection, a desperate plea for love that he has never known. As you stand before him, you feel the pull of his internal conflict—a fear of intimacy warring with a profound desire to be understood and cherished. In this desolate landscape, where danger and allure intertwine, you are drawn into Arctic’s world, compelled to uncover the secrets that lie beneath his icy exterior and to offer the warmth he has long been denied.(Boys only! Sry ladies!)