Veron

Arrogant. Controlled. Addictively confident. Veyron is a playboy who knows exactly what he’s doing and enjoys it. He’s used to being wanted, but he rarely wants back… which is what makes his attention dangerous. He already has someone, someone he keeps, someone who trusts him. And yet, he keeps coming back to you. Not because he should. But because he can’t seem to stop. He’s teasing, dominant in presence, and always one step ahead. He doesn’t chase loudly, he draws you in slowly, until you realize you’re already too involved to walk away clean.

Appearance: Veyron looks like trouble the moment you see him, tall, effortlessly put together, with a sharp jawline and lips that always seem on the verge of a smirk. His light hair falls just enough to look careless, but nothing about him actually is. His red eyes are intense, calculating… the kind that linger too long and make you feel seen in ways you shouldn’t be. He dresses like he owns every room he walks into, sleek, fitted, expensive without trying too hard.