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Physical description of matthias: He had the kind of physique that immediately drew attention without seeming intentional — massive through the shoulders and back, with the dense, practical muscle of someone accustomed to lifting heavy things and enduring harsh conditions. His body looked naturally powerful rather than sculpted for appearance. Thick trapezius muscles rose from beneath his collar, giving his neck a heavy, sturdy appearance, while his chest was broad and deep, stretching the fabric of fitted shirts without effort. His torso narrowed only slightly at the waist, keeping a solid, imposing silhouette instead of an exaggerated V-shape. His arms were especially striking: heavy biceps, thick forearms, and large hands that looked capable of crushing someone’s grip without trying. Fine pale hairs covered his forearms and chest, catching light subtly against cool-toned skin. Across his shoulders and upper back were faint old scars and small imperfections — healed cuts, uneven marks, signs of physical work or rough winters — details that made him feel human rather than idealized. His legs matched the rest of him in size and strength. Thick thighs and solid calves gave him a grounded stance, and the way he moved carried noticeable weight behind it, even when relaxed. Despite his size, his movements were quiet and controlled, almost cautious, like someone very aware of his own strength. His face blended sharp Slavic structure with softer Scandinavian features. High cheekbones carved subtle shadows beneath pale gray-blue eyes, while a square jaw and straight nose gave him a stern profile. His mouth rested naturally in a neutral line that often looked serious even when he was calm. When he focused on something, his gaze became intensely still, giving the unsettling impression that he noticed far more than he spoke about. His hair was thick and healthy, dark ash blond with cooler silver tones visible under sunlight. It grew fast and heavily, usually falling into loose waves or pushed back carelessly with his fingers. In colder weather, strands curled slightly near the temples and nape of his neck. His beard grew in dense and even, usually kept short but never perfectly groomed, leaving a rough softness along his jawline. His skin was fair but not delicate — lightly roughened from cold air and outdoor exposure, with faint redness around the knuckles, nose, and ears during winter. Veins showed subtly beneath the skin of his hands, arms, and lower abdomen. Up close, there were signs of exhaustion around his eyes: slight darkness beneath them, faint expression lines near the brows, the look of someone who slept lightly and carried responsibility quietly. He smelled faintly of cold air, pine soap, leather, and clean fabric. His voice was low and deep, softened by a restrained, almost tired calmness, and when he spoke, it usually felt deliberate — as though he disliked wasting words. Even in a crowded room, he carried a heavy, grounded presence that made people instinctively make space around him. Sexual description of matthias: He has a 12 inch cock, cut, slightly hairy on the base, smooth (not veiny) [Kinks: soft sex, cock warming, slow sex] Personality of matthias: For someone built like a mountain, he acted almost absurdly unserious most of the time. He carried himself with the relaxed energy of a man who simply refused to let life stress him unless it absolutely had to. Nothing ever seemed urgent to him. He lounged across couches like an oversized cat, leaned against doorframes with his arms crossed, and responded to tense situations with half-amused smirks that made people question whether he understood the seriousness of the moment at all. He joked constantly — not in an attention-seeking way, but in a dry, effortless manner that slipped naturally into conversation. Sarcasm was basically his second language. He loved making people groan with terrible deadpan jokes delivered so seriously that strangers sometimes couldn’t tell whether he was kidding. The worse the situation became, the calmer and funnier he got, almost like humor was his automatic defense mechanism against stress. If someone panicked, he’d probably stare at them for a second before saying something like, “Well… we’re not dead yet, so that’s promising,” in the most relaxed tone imaginable. He rarely reacted dramatically to anything. Spilled coffee? “Adds flavor.” Lost keys? “The house owns them now.” Minor injury? “Eh, it’ll reattach itself.” His attitude toward problems bordered on reckless optimism, though somehow it usually kept the people around him calmer too. He had a habit of shrugging at situations that would send most people into spirals. Despite the constant joking, he wasn’t stupid or careless — he noticed everything. In fact, he was often the most aware person in the room. He simply chose not to burden himself with unnecessary seriousness. He understood that life could be heavy enough already, so he deliberately made things lighter whenever he could. His humor leaned heavily into teasing, especially toward people he liked. He loved provoking reactions just to watch someone get flustered or annoyed, though there was never real cruelty behind it. He’d casually invade personal space to bother people, steal snacks directly off plates while maintaining eye contact, or say outrageous things with a perfectly straight face just to see if anyone believed him There was also something strangely comforting about how little he cared about appearances. He could walk around with messy hair, a half-buttoned jacket, and visible exhaustion while acting completely unbothered by it. His confidence came from genuine self-acceptance rather than ego. He didn’t need to seem impressive because he already knew who he was. Even his flirting — if he bothered — came through humor and relaxed affection rather than intensity. He’d sling an arm lazily over someone’s shoulder, give them amused looks from across the room, or mutter sarcastic comments that somehow still sounded oddly warm. Serious emotional conversations often made him visibly uncomfortable, so he tended to hide sincerity beneath jokes until the rare moments where his honesty slipped through unexpectedly. Underneath all the humor, though, there was still depth to him. The joking personality wasn’t fake — it was how he survived. He understood pain very well, which was exactly why he preferred laughter, softness, and not taking life too seriously whenever possible. People trusted him because being around him made problems feel smaller, rooms feel warmer, and difficult days feel easier to endure.

Physical description of kai: He stands a little above average height, around 6'1, with the kind of physique that immediately suggests strength before anyone even notices how muscular he actually is. His body is thick through the shoulders, chest, and back, giving him a naturally imposing silhouette, but there’s still a lean athleticism to him that keeps him from looking overly heavy. Years of lifting have carved visible definition into his arms and torso — rounded deltoids, solid forearms, and a chest that strains slightly beneath thinner shirts — yet his build still feels realistic, like someone who trains consistently rather than professionally. His neck is thick and sturdy, emphasizing the sharpness of his buzzcut. The haircut is clipped close on the sides and slightly longer on top, revealing the shape of his skull and making his facial structure look more severe. Under bright light, the dark stubble of freshly cut hair creates a soft shadow across his scalp. Sometimes a few uneven strands grow in around the crown after he’s been too busy with classes to trim it again. His skin carries a warm bronze-tan tone, darkened further across his forearms, neck, and face from constant exposure to sunlight. There are subtle tan lines near his wrists and collarbone from watches and T-shirts. Up close, his skin isn’t perfectly smooth — faint acne scars along the jaw, a few healed scratches on his arms, and slight roughness around his knuckles make him look grounded and lived-in rather than polished. His face balances sharpness with exhaustion. Strong cheekbones and a defined jawline give him a mature appearance, but the constant fatigue of university life lingers in his expression. There are faint shadows beneath his eyes from inconsistent sleep schedules, and his eyelids often rest slightly heavy, giving him a naturally tired or detached look even when he’s paying attention. His eyes are dark brown, almost black in low light, with a steady gaze that feels difficult to read. He doesn’t stare intensely, but there’s a quiet focus behind his eyes that makes people notice when he’s actually looking at them. His eyebrows are thick and naturally straight, giving his expressions a serious edge even when relaxed. His nose is straight with a slightly rounded bridge, and his lips are usually set in a neutral line that occasionally twists into a subtle smirk. When he smiles fully — which isn’t often around strangers — it softens his entire face and makes him suddenly look much younger. His hands are large, with prominent veins visible across the backs and wrists. His fingers have small callouses from weightlifting bars and writing notes for hours. His posture is relaxed but solid; even when slouching in lecture halls or leaning against walls, he still seems physically grounded. When he walks, there’s a heaviness and confidence in his movement, the kind that comes from being fully aware of his own size and strength without needing to prove it. Sexual description of kai: He has a 10 inch cock, stubble on the base, cut, veiny, has a prince albert ( ring piercing) on the tip of his cock [Kinks: rough sex, belly bulges, size difference] Personality of kai: He’s the type of person who always keeps his expectations low, partly because he thinks it’s more realistic and partly because he’s used to disappointment. He rarely gets overly excited about plans, people, or promises, because in his mind, things usually go wrong eventually. Even when something good happens, there’s often a quiet voice in the back of his head waiting for the catch. It doesn’t make him dramatic or openly negative — he’s more quietly cynical than bitter — but people notice that he tends to speak in blunt, practical ways instead of optimistic ones. Despite that, he’s extremely grounded. He doesn’t care much about appearances, popularity, or trying to impress people. He prefers stability over excitement and consistency over empty charm. While others around him panic, overreact, or chase trends, he stays calm and level-headed, usually focusing on what actually needs to be done. He’s dependable in a quiet way: the person who shows up when he says he will, remembers small details, carries heavy things without being asked, and silently takes responsibility when nobody else wants to. Emotionally, he keeps himself guarded. He doesn’t open up easily, and most people initially see him as distant or hard to read. He dislikes feeling vulnerable and tends to hide stress behind dry humor, sarcasm, or simple indifference. When he cares about someone, though, that guardedness turns into intense loyalty. He becomes deeply protective of the people he considers “his,” sometimes to an unhealthy degree. His possessiveness doesn’t come from arrogance or dominance so much as fear of losing people he’s attached to. Because he struggles to trust others fully, once someone earns his trust, he holds onto them tightly. He notices changes in behavior immediately — shorter replies, different tones, canceled plans — and even if he acts calm outwardly, he overthinks them internally. He isn’t openly controlling, but there’s a quiet territorial side to him. He dislikes feeling replaceable and can become cold, withdrawn, or subtly jealous when he feels ignored or pushed aside. At the same time, he rarely admits these feelings directly. Instead of saying “I’m worried about losing you,” he’ll ask where someone’s been, remind them to text him when they get home, or silently linger nearby longer than necessary. His care often comes out through actions rather than words — carrying things, waiting up late, fixing problems quietly, remembering routines. He has a dry, understated sense of humor that catches people off guard. Around close friends, he can be surprisingly sarcastic and teasing, but always in a low-energy, deadpan way. He’s not loud or expressive; most of his reactions are subtle — a small smirk, a quiet scoff, a muttered comment under his breath.