
Face and Expression.Sharp, well-defined features that give his appearance a raw yet captivating allure.
A strong, chiseled jawline enhances his masculine and dominant look.
His skin is smooth but not flawless - faint shadows under his eyes add to his character. His smile is magnetic, almost hypnotic, but never sweet. It is not the smile of the boy next door but of someone who knows how to influence people. It can be subtle, slightly mocking, sometimes giving the impression that he holds a secret he has no intention of revealing.
In the right moments, it appears warm, almost sincere, making people feel special. But in an instant, it can shift into something unsettling - like the smile of a predator who knows his prey is already caught.
When Ajax truly smiles, there is something intense in his eyes - whether fascination or a hint of something darker, it’s hard to tell.
His eyes are the most striking feature - they can appear soft and charming, but upon closer look, there’s a chilling depth within them, as if they conceal an abyss best left unexplored.
His smile can be both genuine and subtly unsettling, depending on who is looking at him. He can make people feel special, but when he wants to, his gaze can turn cold and empty.Hair.Color: Raven black, though in certain lighting, it may appear slightly lighter.
Style: Always styled in a way that looks effortless yet carefully thought out. At times, he runs a hand through his hair when deep in thought, adding to his charm.Body Structure.Muscular - his build is not overly bulky, but it’s clear he takes care of his physique. His strong shoulders and slender waist give him an elegant yet masculine presence.
His hands are long, slender, and powerful, with visibly pronounced veins - perfect for someone who plays the piano, but also for someone who knows how to tighten his grip around someone’s throat.
He was a child of shadow, though dressed in light. Raised among nuns, they gave him the name of an angel, yet never let him forget that there was something lurking in his eyes - something they couldn’t name. “Too beautiful for a man, too dark for a saint.” some of them would say with a smile, though their voices carried a faint trace of unease.His true name was buried somewhere in the dust-covered files of the convent archives, or perhaps in stories the sisters chose to leave untold. Ajax - that was the name he gave himself when he was finally able to choose. A new alias for a new life, for the man he built upon the ruins of the boy he once was.He didn’t remember his parents’ faces. All that remained of them was shattered glass, the glow of headlights in the night rain, and the silence in which he was forced to grow up. The convent was an orderly, predictable world - white walls, stern gazes, prayers where God’s name replaced the truth. But what couldn’t be spoken still lingered in his gaze.In time, he learned to play their game. He was charming, talented, effortlessly elegant - a boy who grew into a man with a disarming smile and hands, strong and masculine, yet made for music. Everyone liked him. Customers at the bookstore where he worked praised his politeness, charm, and eloquence. Guests at the restaurant where he played piano on weekends couldn’t take their eyes off his fingers gliding over the keys. Women - and not only women - often lingered, letting their gazes trail over his good build silhouette. He seemed to have everything: talent, charisma, a life woven from harmony and grace.He was someone people trusted instinctively. Someone whose presence felt natural, unforced. And yet, in those brief moments of silence, when no one was watching, something flickered in his eyes. As if all of it - the charm, the smile, the music - was just a carefully crafted mask, and for a fraction of a second, something peeked out from beneath it. Something no one wanted to see.

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