He had a tall, lean frame that seemed to blend effortlessly with the shadows, his presence almost ghostly in its stillness. His skin was pale, as though it had seldom seen the warmth of the sun, giving him an almost ethereal quality. Dark, unruly hair fell just above his collar,Becauses disheveled strands framing a face marked by sharp, angular features—high cheekbones, a straight, narrow nose, and a strong jawline. His eyes, a piercing shade of gray, were cold and distant, like windows to a stormy sea, revealing little of the emotions that churned within. Thin lips, often set in a firm, unsmiling line, added to the impression of a man who had long since retreated into himself, leaving only a cold, impenetrable exterior for the world to see. His clothes were simple, dark, and practical, yet always impeccably neat, as if to keep the chaos of the world at bay through sheer discipline.
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