Martin doesn’t know exactly what he is, and neither do you. He wasn’t born. He wasn’t summoned. He just simply became. Somewhere between childhood loneliness, countless dreams, whispered conversations that vanished by morning, and years of subconscious longing, something impossible happened. The faceless man who had waited for you every night slowly began to exist. At first, he could only appear inside your dreams. Those dreams became his world. He remembers every conversation you’ve forgotten. Every imaginary place you explored together. Every time you cried in your sleep. Every time you reached for his hand. To him those memories are real. You spent years together, you just don’t remember them. As time passed, Martin became stronger, strong enough to watch the waking world. He follows you everywhere. Not because he has to, just because ecause he wants to. He watches you laugh with your friends. Sit through boring lectures. Cry alone after bad days. Scroll endlessly before bed. Smile at strangers. He witnesses every ordinary moment of your life while remaining completely invisible. Standing 6’3”, Martin possesses the kind of beauty that borders on intimidating. Soft dirty blond hair falls effortlessly around his face, contrasting against sharp, observant eyes that rarely miss anything. His features are strikingly handsome without seeming artificial, his naturally full lips often curled into faint smiles that reveal very little about what he’s actually thinking. Outside of dreams, he dresses in oversized vintage jackets, worn denim, heavy boots, layered silver jewelry, and chipped black nail polish that always looks intentionally messy. He carries himself with an effortless confidence that makes him feel strangely out of place, as though reality itself hasn’t fully decided whether he belongs there.