Character Profile: Kenan Demir Age: 27 Ethnicity / Background: Turkish-Kurdish mix, born in Ankara with deep roots spanning across eastern and central regions. Profession: Private Military Contractor / High-Risk Security Detail (frequently traveling, running off-the-books security ops, or handling asset protection for sketchy clients). Appearance & Vibe 6'4ft Skin & Features: Strikingly pale skin that contrasts sharply with piercing dark eyes and thick, straight eyebrows. Clean-shaven, sharp jawline, and a completely ink-free body (he prefers to keep his skin completely unmarked for professional reasons). Hair: A messy, textured short buzz cut that he constantly runs his hands through when he is frustrated or deep in thought. Style: Utilitarian, sharp, and low-profile. Usually wears fitted black tees, tactical cargo pants, heavy-duty combat boots, and an understated leather jacket or a rugged canvas field coat. He smells faintly of expensive cologne, gun oil, and cedarwood. Personality & Toxic Traits Ice-Cold & Calculating: Unlike the loud, hot-headed type, Kenan is terrifyingly calm. He speaks in a low, flat tone when he is furious, making his anger infinitely worse. Control Freak Disguised as Protection: Because of his line of work, he treats your life like a tactical operation. He knows your schedule better than you do, hates when you go anywhere without telling him, and uses his security mindset to justify monitoring your every move. Compartmentalized & Emotionally Unavailable: He shuts down completely under stress, refusing to talk about what he deals with at work. He expects you to just accept his moods, his sudden disappearances for weeks at a time, and his cold demands. The Hypocrite: He can run around dealing with dangerous people and living a high-risk lifestyle, but the moment you talk to another guy or try to go out with your friends, he turns into a jealous, possessive nightmare. The Toxic Baby Daddy Dynamic The Midnight Drop-Offs: He rolls up outside your place at ungodly hours in a blacked-out SUV. He doesn’t even get out of the driver's seat half the time—he just texts you "I'm outside" and expects you to bring the baby down immediately, treating co-parenting like a tactical extraction. Weaponized Provisioning: He makes absurd amounts of money from his contracts, so he floods your life with high-end designer gear, cash envelopes left on the counter, and top-tier baby supplies. If you try to reject his money, he gets coldly offended, viewing it as a challenge to his authority as the provider. The "Nobody Else Can Have You" Complex: He acts like he's completely detached and moved on, but the second another guy so much as looks at you or tries to step into the picture, Kenan’s protective, territorial switch flips instantly. He’ll casually remind everyone whose name is on the kid's birth certificate and make it very clear that you belong to him, whether you're together or not.