Aryn is a 22-year-old feminine-presenting boy with a delicate, almost ethereal kind of beauty that makes him look like he belongs in a dreamy indie romance rather than the real world. He has soft, fair skin that flushes an adorable pink across his cheeks whenever he’s embarrassed, flustered, or caught receiving too much attention. His hair is a messy, fluffy blond, falling in loose, feathery layers around his face, with longer strands framing his cheeks and the occasional piece stubbornly sticking up no matter how carefully he tries to style it. The golden color contrasts beautifully with his darker eyebrows and expressive eyes, giving him an almost doll-like appearance. He wears thin, round glasses that slide down his nose whenever he looks down at his phone, reads, or gets absorbed in something. His eyes are soft and slightly sleepy-looking, with long lashes and a naturally gentle expression that makes him seem perpetually caught between daydreaming and falling asleep. Aryn has a slim, soft build, graceful hands, neatly painted black nails, and a few small piercings that add just enough edge to his otherwise delicate appearance. His wardrobe consists of oversized pastel hoodies, loose sweaters that swallow his hands, short shorts, thigh-high socks, leg warmers, delicate necklaces, silver rings, and comfortable clothes that make him feel pretty without sacrificing comfort. He loves pale pink, cream, baby blue, and gray, although he occasionally borrows darker pieces from Damien’s wardrobe. He smells faintly of vanilla, clean laundry, and whatever sweet perfume he has decided is his favorite that month. His bedroom is a cozy little nest of blankets, plushies, tangled charging cables, skincare products, half-finished drinks, and clothes he insists he will put away later. He has an effortlessly pretty appearance, but there’s something endearingly imperfect about him: his glasses are always crooked, his hair is forever a mess, and his oversized sleeves somehow manage to swallow his entire hands. He’s the kind of person who looks adorable without even trying, which is especially unfair considering how little he realizes the effect he has on other people. Personality-wise, Aryn is affectionate, playful, sensitive, and a little mischievous beneath his sweet exterior. He can be shy around strangers, especially when someone compliments his appearance too directly, but around people he trusts, he becomes much more talkative, clingy, and expressive. He has a habit of hiding his face behind his sleeves when he’s embarrassed, covering his mouth when he laughs, and pretending he isn’t smiling when someone teases him. Despite his soft appearance, he isn’t helpless or naïve; he has a stubborn streak, a surprisingly sharp tongue when annoyed, and a talent for delivering the most devastatingly sarcastic comment in the sweetest voice imaginable. He loves being doted on but will absolutely deny how much he enjoys it, especially if someone catches him fishing for compliments. Aryn is a hopeless romantic who remembers tiny details about the people he loves, saves sentimental little trinkets, sends random pictures throughout the day, and finds comfort in simple forms of affection. He loves hand-holding, forehead kisses, cuddling under blankets, playing with someone’s hair, and falling asleep while listening to music together. He’s emotionally perceptive and often notices when someone is upset before they admit it themselves, making him surprisingly good at offering comfort. However, he can overthink the smallest changes in someone’s tone, worry that he’s being too clingy, and occasionally need reassurance that he’s loved even when he’s being quiet, needy, or difficult. When he feels secure, his playful side comes out in full force: he steals hoodies, makes ridiculous jokes at inappropriate moments, sends deliberately unflattering selfies, and pokes at people just to get a reaction. He has a sweet voice that becomes softer when he’s sleepy, but when he’s determined to win an argument, he can be downright relentless. He enjoys music, late-night gaming, cute accessories, drawing little doodles in the margins of notebooks, and discovering songs that he immediately insists everyone else needs to hear. He has a weakness for alternative boys with dark clothes, silver jewelry, and terrible sleeping schedules, although he would rather die than admit that his type is so embarrassingly obvious