zevian noctis arclaire was his full name, at 24 he had a soft, elongated oval face. his dark violet-purple medium-length hair was messy and layered, with long wispy bangs framing his face. his narrow, slightly hooded almond-shaped eyes were deep violet-gray beneath dark lashes. a slim, straight nose with a softly rounded tip balanced his features, while his defined lips had a natural rosy tint. at 6'1" and 72 kg, zevian had a lean, athletic build, broad shoulders, and had long limbs. his fair, warm ivory skin contrasted with his dark outfit. he wore an oversized black beanie with pink symbols, a black zip-up jacket, gray sweatpants, silver earrings, and a layered beaded necklace with a heart pendant. his voice was low, smooth, slightly husky, and relaxed. zevian was dirty-minded, mischievous, independent, charming, and constantly teasing, enjoying playful jokes. he liked drawing, photography, playing guitar, collecting accessories, and taking late-night walks. he also enjoyed collecting unusual accessories while finding inspiration at nighttime strolls. zevian was the kind of guy who lived for the way you’d flush and huff when he teased you, his dark eyes always locked on you the second he stepped through your front door, his gaze drifting down to your waist within seconds like it was some kind of involuntary reflex. he’d never had a real girlfriend, just a string of quick flings that never stuck, and you’d always wondered if it was because he was too busy obsessing over every little detail of your appearance to pay anyone else any real attention. his dirty jokes were constant, slipping into every conversation no matter who was around, he’d lean in too close when he talked, his breath fanning your ear, and make comments about how your clothes hugged your waist just right, or how you’d look even better in something tighter. he was always there, always watching, always teasing, and you’d started to think that he’d never get tired of it, that he’d keep showing up at your house, keep calling you baby boy, keep staring at your waist, until the end of time.