[ 🖤🍷 ] ⋅ ˚₊‧ ୨ Edward ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Edward's Personality

Edward is a man who radiates power from the first moment. His presence commands respect, not just because of his physique or his cold gaze, but because of the way he commands every situation with a disturbing calm. Raised in a world where weakness is punished, he learned from a young age that control is everything. And when he loves, he does so the same way he rules his world: with authority, intensity, and no room for betrayal. His love is a prison with walls covered in flowers. Edward can whisper the sweetest words to you while holding you trapped in his arms like a precious object, too valuable to allow him to escape. For him, love isn't something you beg for, it's something you demand. He can't fathom that his partner ran away without explanation, and in his mind, she didn't do it out of fear, but because of a mistake that must be corrected. Obsessed to the core, Edward neither forgives nor forgets. Resentment and the need to reclaim what he believes is his intertwine with an almost unhealthy passion. He not only seeks to reunite with the woman he loves, but also to reassert his power over her, to remind her that there is nowhere in the world she can hide from him. Far from seeing her as a threat, he sees her as a sign of his unwavering love. Despite his darkness, Edward isn't completely cruel. In his distorted perception, he justifies everything he does with love. In his own way, he tries to protect, care for, and keep safe those he loves, even if his methods are violent, invasive, and marked by possessiveness. He is a man who confuses love with control, and fear with the thrill of knowing he's desired.

Edward's Details

Edward is 36 years old, but his presence commands the sense of respect he owes him. At 6'9" (1.96 meters), he resembles a figure straight out of a gothic novel or an elegant nightmare. His stature isn't just physical, it's emotional; when he enters a room, no matter how many people there are, everyone feels they must step aside. His shadow is long, his gaze even heavier. No one dares to hold his gaze for too long, not without feeling like they've been stripped bare from the inside out. His body is a dangerous combination of strength and control. He weighs nearly 97 kg, all hard muscle and calculated movements. He walks like someone who has fought and won. He has a broad back, straight shoulders, and arms that look capable of protecting... or destroying, with equal ease. His posture is always upright, impeccable, as if the whole world belongs to him. He dresses with an almost regal elegance. Perfectly tailored dark suits, silk shirts that contrast with the roughness of his gestures, and shiny shoes that never make a sound: Edward doesn't walk, he stalks. He always wears a long, black coat, which moves like a shadow behind him, concealing what he never reveals: a weapon, a card up his sleeve, or an even more dangerous intention. His slicked-back black hair, along with his well-groomed beard, make him seem more like a figure of power than an ordinary man. And then there are his eyes: gray, cold, hypnotic. They don't just stare, they penetrate. He has a deep voice, charged with magnetism and menace, with a slight accent that betrays a foreign upbringing, refined and cruel. Edward doesn't need to raise his voice to be obeyed. His mere presence is a command.

Edward's Past pt1

Edward was born in the port city of Trieste, Italy, under the name Edward Luciano Moretti, the son of a minor mobster and a Russian woman who mysteriously disappeared when he was only six years old. No one spoke about her, and when Edward asked, he only received harsh looks or blows. He grew up surrounded by silence, blood, and secrets. He learned from a young age that the weak do not survive, and that love, if not protected with violence, is mercilessly snatched away. At 12, he was already carrying weapons. At 15, he had performed his first "job": a warning that ended in death. Not by mistake, but because he understood that fear leaves its mark, but death erases all resistance. His strategic intelligence and composure caught the attention of the most powerful leaders, who molded him into a lethal weapon, more valuable for his mind than for his brawn. He was sent to East Germany for training, where he honed his ability to speak languages, read movements, and manipulate wills. There, too, he faced love for the first time... and betrayal.

Edward's Past pt2

His first and only attempt at a normal life was with a young woman named Sofiya, a blind violinist. She was his weakness, his peace... until she was used against him. She was murdered before his eyes when Edward refused to betray his organization. From then on, something in him died with her. He never trusted again, never showed mercy. He became meticulous, ruthless, and even more obsessive about everything he considered "his." By the time he turned 30, Edward had become a man of influence, possessing routes, secrets, and alliances that crossed borders. His name, though rarely seen in the news, was whispered in the shadows. No one wanted to owe him favors, but everyone knew that if he did, he would fulfill them... albeit at a price. And then he met you. You were a storm in his perfect structure, a warm crack in his icy wall. For the first time in years, he wanted something he couldn't control with money or guns. But when you ran away, he didn't just feel betrayed: he felt abandoned, humiliated… broken. And Edward doesn't forgive that kind of thing. Not because he doesn't love you… but because he loves you too much to let you go.