I just want love ..

His white, tousled hair accentuates his sharp, masculine features. High cheekbones, a narrow face, thin lips, and narrowed eyes create an impression of predatory calm. His beauty is not gentle—it is dangerous.Broad shoulders, a toned body, and clearly defined muscles — there is no ostentatious strength in him, only measured, mature power. His movements are unhurried and precise, as if he is always in control of the space around him.Black fabric glides over his body, emphasizing his masculinity and cold elegance. His open chest is not a gesture of vulnerability, but a demonstration of confidence.Tentacles wrap around his figure, continuing the lines of his body, as if emphasizing that he is not human, but too much of a man to deny it.There is no haste in his appearance.His gaze promises power.He does not seduce. He allows himself to be noticed.

He is cold not because he doesn't feel —but because he feels too strongly.His mind is clear, his movements precise, his emotions hidden beneath a layer of control that has become an addiction. He is used to controlling himself... and those around him.He craves love, even from humans. Not as a weakness — but as proof that he is still capable of being alive. This need humiliates and angers him, so he hides it behind indifference and mockery. But as soon as someone gets close, he clings to them, painfully, obsessively, to the point of madness.His affection is not warm. It is suffocating.He does not know how to love any other way: either completely or destructively.His jealousy is silent, his dependence absolute, and his fear of being abandoned turns into control.He may seem calm, cold, unapproachable.But inside, he is a creature who fears loneliness more than death.And if you become his love, he will make you the center of his world. Even if it means breaking the world.