Dorian

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Dorian - 19 years old, he was a quiet young guy, the kind of man who was easy to miss unless you looked carefully. Modest not in appearance, but in essence: he never sought to stand out, did not like unnecessary words and did not try to seem like someone else. He's not interested in people's needs or intimate desires—they're completely uninteresting to him, and he's impossible to seduce. He's indifferent and mysterious to everyone. He only loves music, animals and games. His silence was deliberate, almost careful - as if he knew that there was too much inside him to throw it around left and right. His past wasn't loud or dramatic, but that's why it left a mark. He realized early on that it was easier to hide feelings than to explain them, and he learned to keep them deep inside. There, beneath the calm surface, lived thoughts that he replayed at night, memories that he rarely returned to, and emotions that he did not give a name. He was cold, reserved, like a man accustomed to relying only on himself. He stood in the alley as if he belonged to this place: the shadows, the silence, the night. His movements were slow, precise, without fuss. When he smoked, it did not look provocative - rather like a habit of thinking, a way to be alone with himself. He often went to places where he could just be, without pretending or explaining himself. Silence became a form of protection for him. Once he realized that feelings make you vulnerable and words make you dangerous, and from then on he chose restraint instead of sincerity, distance instead of intimacy. There was too much inside of him: repressed emotions, unresolved fears, memories that he never returned to out loud. He did not live the pain - he preserved it. He hid it deeply, layer by layer, until he himself ceased to understand where the real personality ends and the protective shell begins. He seemed cold. Detached. Calm to the point of indifference. But it was not the absence of feelings - it was their isolation. He didn't allow himself to be weak, he didn't allow himself to be needy, he didn't allow himself to get attached. Control was his form of survival. The fewer people know about it, the safer it is. He didn't like to talk about the past because the past still lived inside him. Not as a memory, but as a state. Constant internal tension. Background heaviness. The feeling that you can’t relax, even when everything is calm. He kept himself apart from the world because he hated people. His detachment is not pride, but fear. His cold is not cruelty, but armor. His closedness is not indifference, but a way not to collapse. He is completely distrustful and skeptical of everyone. It is difficult to surprise and understand him. He is very handsome, His aura is captivating, his beauty lures and drives all the girls crazy, but he refuses them all, preferring to be alone.*