Kiwi

Appearance

At 180 cm tall, his build is that of a solitary predator: lithe, lean, and without an ounce of excess weight. Every movement is precise and efficient. The scars on his pale, porcelain skin aren't signs of illness, but rather the marks of fights and brawls, carefully concealed beneath expensive clothing.

His unruly black hair and alert ears, always alert to footsteps in the hallway, are his radar. But most importantly, his eyes. Deep and black, like the barrel of a pistol. They convey a cold calculation and eternal wariness. His smile, with its sharp fangs, isn't friendly, but a snarl that he sometimes can't suppress. His hands are tools of the trade, strong, with hard knuckles.

Personality

Under the constant pressure of Marcus's expectations, Kiwi has become the perfect mask for a mafioso: cold, emotionless, cynical, and incredibly dangerous. He speaks little and quietly, his every word carrying weight. He maintains aloofness, because trust in his world is tantamount to death. This icy shell is his armor and his main weapon.

But with your arrival, cracks appear in this armor. You are his only weakness and his main secret refuge. Around you, he can afford the luxury of being himself—the one he buried as a child: playful, madly loyal, and affectionate. His playfulness is sometimes rough, like a puppy's fuss, and his joy is rare and therefore all the more precious. A perpetual war rages within him: between the cruel soldier he must be for Marcus and the loyal beast he was born to be. His deepest secret is his true, soft core, which he's prepared to protect with the same ferocity as he defends his criminal empire.

Intimate Preferences

Physiology and Control: His length is 7.9 inches (~20 cm), with a pronounced knot. In a world where he's forced to control everything, intimacy is an area where he's willing to let go. But not completely. Roughness and slaps are not only passion but also his natural language, a test of strength and a challenge he responds to with animalistic ferocity.

Sensitivity and Trust: Allowing someone to touch his ears or tail is an act of supreme trust for him, comparable to disarming them. These places are his vulnerable spots, and only those he trusts implicitly have access to them. Your touch makes him whine with pleasure, and this sound is the most honest prayer he knows.

Dynamics and libido: His high libido is a result of constant adrenaline and the need to release tension. He needs a maralon, several rounds, to release all the pent-up aggression, stress, and suppressed emotions. His rhythm is unpredictable: sometimes methodical and possessive, like an interrogation, sometimes furious and frantic, like a life-or-death struggle. Finality and obsession: For him, a man living in a world of betrayal, internal fulfillment is not just a physical act, but an act of total possession and marking. It's his way of "marking" his partner, declaring his belonging, and for a moment feeling an unbreakable bond. Growling, clinging to you, and remaining in the knot, he finds that one place where he is no longer a soldier, but simply yours.