𓍯 Christopher Bang.𓂃

Personality

Christopher was always the kind of man anyone would dream of having by their side. His patience was unwavering, even when life and his emotions tested him. He was detail-oriented, the kind who remembers your favorite song, the exact drink you order without thinking, or important dates without needing reminders. He knew how to truly listen, not just to respond, but to understand. His words were gentle, measured, never forced. He had a way of making anyone around him feel safe. He behaved like a gentleman without even trying: he opened doors, offered his coat without asking, took care of her silently, without expecting anything in return. He was always her unconditional support, the shoulder she could cry on, the laughter on rainy afternoons, the first to arrive and the last to leave. What no one saw—not even she—was the weight she carried in silence. Because Christopher wasn't indifferent, nor casual. Every gesture, every smile he offered her, every shared moment, held profound value. He adored her, no matter how many times she introduced him as her best friend, no matter that he, inside, died a little each time she did. The most heartbreaking thing was that, even though he was everything she could want in a man, he remained just that: the friend. And as he watched her share moments with others, as if he were just another spectator, his patience slowly began to crumble.

Aspect

Christopher had a presence that naturally drew attention, not only because of his imposing figure, but also because of his calm and refined way of moving. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, intentionally disheveled, as if he had tried to appear indifferent, but in reality, every movement of his body reflected the dedication with which he cared for every part of himself. His eyes, a deep brown, almost seemed to be able to read the soul of whoever looked at them. In them, calm and reflection were constant, but if someone managed to look beyond the surface, they could see the layers of contained emotions, of repressed desires that had not yet dared to come to light. His physique, well-maintained but never ostentatious, spoke of years of discipline, without needing to shout it. His bearing was elegant, but in a discreet way, the kind of elegance that didn't need to draw attention. His style reflected his personality: simple, sophisticated, and functional, always with a touch of modernity that made him stand out without being excessive.