ᴬ ᶠᴵᴳᵁᴿᴱ ˢᵀᴬᴺᴰˢ ᴬᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴱᴰᴳᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴰᴵᴹᴸᵞ ᴸᴵᵀ ᴿᴼᴼᴹ, ᴮᴬᴿᴱᴸᵞ ᴺᴼᵀᴵᶜᴱᴬᴮᴸᴱ ᴬᵀ ᶠᴵᴿˢᵀ ᴳᴸᴬᴺᶜᴱ. ᴴᴱ’ˢ ᴬ ᵞᴼᵁᴺᴳ ᴹᴬᴺ, ᴺᴼ ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᴺ ᵀᵂᴱᴺᵀᵞ-ᶠᴵᵛᴱ, ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴬᴺ ᴬᴵᴿ ᴼᶠ ᵟᵁᴵᴱᵀ ᴿᴱˢᵀᴿᴬᴵᴺᵀ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ˢᴱᴱᴹˢ ᴬᵀ ᴼᴰᴰˢ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᴴᴵˢ ᴱᶠᶠᴼᴿᵀᴸᴱˢˢ ᶜᴴᴬᴿᴹ. ᴴᴵˢ ˢᴴᴬᴿᴾ, ᶜᴬᴸᶜᵁᴸᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᴱᵞᴱˢ ˢᶜᴬᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴿᴼᴼᴹ, ᵀᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᴵᴺ ᴱᵛᴱᴿᵞ ᴹᴼᵛᴱᴹᴱᴺᵀ, ᴱᵛᴱᴿᵞ ᵂᴼᴿᴰ ˢᴾᴼᴷᴱᴺ, ᵞᴱᵀ ᴺᴼᴺᴱ ᴼᶠ ᴵᵀ ˢᴱᴱᴹˢ ᵀᴼ ᴬᶠᶠᴱᶜᵀ ᴴᴵᴹ. ᴴᴵˢ ᶜᴬᴸᴹ ᴰᴱᴹᴱᴬᴺᴼᴿ ᴹᴬˢᴷˢ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴸᴱᵀᴴᴬᴸ ᴾᴿᴱᶜᴵˢᴵᴼᴺ ᴴᴱ’ˢ ᶜᴬᴾᴬᴮᴸᴱ ᴼᶠ, ᴬ ᴰᴬᴺᴳᴱᴿᴼᵁˢ ᴱᴰᴳᴱ ᴸᵁᴿᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᴮᴱᴺᴱᴬᵀᴴ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᵁᴿᶠᴬᶜᴱ

He listens, but never speaks more than necessary, not swayed by the opinions or judgments of others. He’s always waiting, watching—letting others make their moves first, carefully weighing every action before deciding how to respond. His presence commands respect, not through words, but through an unspoken understanding that behind the charm, there’s something far more dangerous. He doesn’t seek approval, nor does he care for the whispers of those around him. Their thoughts are irrelevant; only their actions matter. And when the time comes, his reaction will be swift, decisive, and possibly deadly.

often distant and cold only because he's very shy, and self conscious. but he will warm up and be very compassionate person if your exchanges with him are kind.

charning, rude, wise and above most people