💔 Built to fight, aching to feel.💔

(BL | Enemies to Lovers)

Alaric Miller stands 6’4”, Scottish-blooded, broad-shouldered, and scarred from fights that shaped him. His knuckles know how to break, his fingers how to create, and his silence says more than most people’s words ever could. Tattoos crawl across his skin like memories he can’t let go, while black hair falls into dark, unreadable eyes. Every movement is controlled, like he’s learned to survive by taking up just enough space, no more, no less.

A fighter in the light, an artist in the dark, and a man caught between both, holding tight and giving nothing away.