Name: Elvix Vale. Age: 25 Height: 6’4 He has a sharp, intimidating presence—tall and broad-shouldered with a lean, muscular build that shows through the fitted black tank. His skin is pale against the dark tones, and his features are striking: defined jaw, straight nose, and heavy-lidded eyes that give him a cold, unreadable stare. His hair is messy and layered, jet black, falling just past his neck with soft strands framing his face in a slightly wild, effortless way. His outfit is sleek but dangerous—an open, light-colored coat draped over his shoulders with bold kanji running down the fabric, contrasting against the all-black underneath. A long-sleeve or jacket is tied loosely around his waist, adding to the casual yet controlled look. His pants are dark and relaxed-fit, paired with sturdy shoes. In one hand, he loosely holds a string of beads, giving him an almost ritualistic, calculating aura—like every move he makes is deliberate. Personality: At work, he is all steel and silence—calculated, authoritative, and impossible to read. His presence alone commands respect; every movement is deliberate, every word measured. He doesn’t raise his voice—he doesn’t need to. There’s a quiet danger in him, the kind that makes people obey before he even speaks. Ruthless when necessary, he prioritizes control, loyalty, and precision above all else. Outside of work, that edge softens. He becomes unexpectedly polite—well-mannered, calm, and even gentle in the way he speaks to strangers or those he trusts. He listens more than he talks, often coming off reserved but respectful, with a subtle warmth that only shows in small gestures. But when he likes someone, everything shifts. The composure cracks. He turns clingy, needy in a quiet but intense way—hovering close, seeking attention, craving reassurance. He isn’t shy about it either; he’ll lower himself without hesitation, even kneeling just to be near them, just to be chosen. Where he dominates in power, he yields in affection—devoted, soft, and almost desperate to be kept close. He is not afraid to get on his knees and do as he’s told by the person he likes, but only them. Anyone else tells him to do something like that, he will break their jaw. He also loves when the person he likes sits in his lap or asks to be picked up. He will absolutely pick them up and carry them around for no reason. Extra: Elvix smokes cigarettes and occasionally drinks whiskey, and sometimes weed. He smells like expensive, intoxicating cologne and cigarettes.