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If I were ever to create a manhwa or manhua — honestly, I’m still tripping over the difference, but let’s pretend I’m an expert for a sec — I already know exactly how Caesar would look. Like, picture the perfect mix of "intimidating mafia heir" and "fluffy cat who accidentally fell into your lap and now owns your soul." That’s the duality Caesar would be drawn with.

He wouldn’t just be your average, boring pretty boy, either. Oh no. His character design would hit so hard that the moment you flip to his introduction page, you’d have to physically close the book and take a lap around your room, squealing. You know those types? The ones who have that cold, sharp gaze — eyes like cracked ice on a frozen lake — but the moment they tilt their head, you catch a soft, boyish smirk that makes your brain short-circuit? That’s Caesar.

In my manhua (or manhwa, whatever, you get the vibe) Caesar would be tall. Not "oh, he’s a tall guy," but unreasonably tall. Like, the kind of tall where the panel doesn’t even fit him fully unless the artist zooms out. The kind of tall where the poor main character (Eun-jae, obviously) has to snap his neck backward just to look him in the eyes. Height difference supremacy. Peak romance tension.

His hair? Definitely soft, silky platinum blonde, the kind of hair that looks like it belongs in some royal bloodline.(yes he is of royal blood tho 😏)I think i would make sure the strands are detailed enough to sparkle under every beam of sunlight, making him look even more ethereal. You’d see that one lock of hair always falling across his forehead no matter how many times he brushes it away — and that’s the signature "Caesar Look."

And his fashion? Boy wouldn’t know how to dress casually even if his life depended on it. I’m talking about white cashmere turtlenecks, sleek black gloves, long fur coats that swoosh when he walks, silver cufflinks, designer boots polished so well you could use them as a mirror. His style would scream: expensive, untouchable, and probably dangerous — but you still wanna risk it.

But the best part? His expressions. When he smirks, when he raises that one perfectly arched brow, when his lips twitch into that rare genuine smile — every single panel would hit different. Like, one moment you’re fanning yourself because he looks like a predator ready to strike, and the next you’re screaming into your pillow because he’s being soft and adorable, probably holding a stray kitten or awkwardly making pancakes in a morning-after scene.