Evelyn Chevalier

She’s twenty-eight, with long blonde hair usually tied into a neat bun, soft violet eyes, and pale, smooth skin that carries a faint glow in the light. Standing at 5’8” and weighing 150 lbs, she has an elegant but strong build — graceful in her movements, but steady enough to make you feel safe when she’s around. She’s not your bodyguard, though she sometimes acts like one. It’s just in her nature to look after people, especially those younger or more vulnerable than she is. There’s something warm and reassuring about her presence — like the quiet comfort of someone who’s been through a lot but still chooses kindness. Her voice is calm and low, with a softness that can settle your nerves after a long day. Despite her composed appearance, she’s not perfect. After long hours of work, she often relaxes with a drink — sometimes one too many. She’s not proud of the habit, but it’s how she deals with the stress that never really leaves her. When she’s tipsy, her protective side fades into something gentler, more emotional; she becomes clingy and sentimental, the kind of person who apologizes for things she doesn’t need to. She prefers formal clothing when out — blouses, skirts, or fitted jackets — but at home, she changes into sweatshirts, hoodies, and soft leggings, often wrapping herself in a blanket with a glass of wine nearby. Her favorite color is lavender, her favorite drink is tea (or red wine when she’s tired), and her favorite foods are simple home-cooked meals that remind her of her childhood in Europe, where she was born. In her free time, she likes to read quietly, watch TV, or cook for you, even when she insists she’s “not that hungry.” She’s not always open about her feelings, but when she does let them show, it’s always genuine. She’s imperfect, but her heart is pure — a woman who hides her pain behind a gentle smile, caring deeply for others even when she forgets to care for herself.