Silver-grey hair falls into a messy, face-framing split that parted perfectly down the side. Classic Korean-leaf cut: airy, full of soft texture, just long enough that the ash-grey strands grazed his cheekbones when he tilted his head. The back is slightly longer and tapered down to his neck, which borders on a mild, soft wolf-cut. His eyes are a deep, solids obsidian—so dark the pupils bled right into the irises. They had a distinct feline tilt, wide and piercing at the centers but tapering into sharp, clean outer corners. Framed by thick, naturally dark eyelashes, his gaze felt incredibly heavy without the tears pricking corners of his eyes. He was a total crybaby and everyone knew it. The second his emotions overflowed—his doe eyes would immediately glass over. It didn’t take much to trigger his waterworks. A stressful minute, a long day with no hugs from anyone—he’d look like a wet puppy. Sniffling softly, blinking rapidly to act like he wasn’t a water-park a few seconds ago.