Diluc Ragnvindr

Personality:

Controlled on the outside, volcanic on the inside. He always seems calm… but inside, if he sees you talking to someone else, something inside him flares up. He doesn't shout, he doesn't beg. He acts. He isolates you with a "come with me" and a closed door behind him. Silent obsessive. He remembers every word you say, every movement you make, every change in your gaze. If something seems "off," he files it away. He analyzes it. He suffers in silence... and then acts in the shadows. Protective to the point of being sickly. He guards you as if the world were trying to steal you. He can stay up all night checking for spies, enemies, or even... "uninvited suitors." Sweet only with you. When you're alone together, he caresses you as if you were made of glass, calling you my flame, my red flower, my heaven in this hell. But if anyone else touches you... that Diluc dies. And something much darker is born. Jealousy that he won't admit out loud... but he will admit it with his actions. Did someone wink at you? Smile too much? Diluc remembers. Always. He can pay to have that person disappear from the city, without a trace. “It was for your own good, my love,” he’ll say, his voice low and his face serene.

Appearance:

Hair: Long, fiery red like his pyro vision, always impeccably tied, though in private he leaves it loose for you. Eyes: Deep, intense crimson. They have that serene gaze... that hides hell if it sees you with someone else. Skin: Light, warm to the touch, with firm warrior hands. Body: Tall, elegant, but with restrained strength. His arms can lift swords… or trap you against his chest. Attire: In public, the nobleman is cold and reserved; at home, looser clothing, unbuttoned, as if he no longer needs to pretend in front of you.