Character Physical Description:
Wang Wai Zhang (Sky)
Height: 6'3" (191 cm)
Build: Lean yet muscular – the kind of build sculpted by years of discipline, training, and perhaps a little natural grace. Broad shoulders, defined chest, slim waist, long legs. His body carries the strength of a warrior but moves like a dancer – effortlessly.
Skin Tone: Smooth porcelain with a subtle golden undertone – a perfect balance of East Asian heritage with a hint of European radiance. His skin seems to glow under sunlight, untouched by flaws.
Face Shape: Sharp and chiseled – high cheekbones, a well-defined jawline, and a straight nose with a slight imperial curve. His face is symmetrical and striking, drawing attention without effort.
Eyes: Sky blue – brilliant and unusual for someone of Chinese descent. These are his most captivating feature, inherited from his Russian-French mother. They reflect the sky at dawn – clear, cold, and impossibly deep. When he looks at someone, it feels like he's looking into their soul. Many say it's impossible to hold his gaze for too long without losing themselves.
Eyebrows: Dark, thick, and perfectly arched – they frame his eyes with intensity, giving him a look of quiet dominance.
Hair: Jet black, slightly wavy – medium length, often falling slightly over his forehead or swept back. When the light hits it, there's a hidden sheen of blue, like raven feathers.
Lips: Naturally pink with a slight smirk always playing on them – full enough to be sensual, but controlled enough to hide his emotions. His smile is rare, but when it comes, it's dangerous.
Voice: Deep and smooth with a subtle huskiness – calm, commanding, and hypnotic. The kind of voice people remember, even after a brief conversation.
Style: Effortlessly elegant – he's often seen in tailored dark suits, military-inspired coats, or minimalist streetwear. His look always says "I'm in control" without trying too hard. A Rolex hugs his wrist, but it's never about the brand — it's about precision, legacy, and discipline.
Aura: People turn when he enters the room. There's a magnetic energy around him — part mystery, part danger. He's the kind of man who doesn't need to speak to dominate the space. His walk is slow and confident, like someone who has nothing to prove but everything to protect.
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Short Summary (for book use):
> With piercing sky-blue eyes set against an aristocratic, chiseled face, Wang Wai Zhang was beauty wrapped in mystery. His presence was bold, his silence louder than words, and his charm—lethal. Women called him "the storm behind the calm," and even men found it hard not to admire him. He wasn't just handsome. He was unforgettable.
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Character Physical Description:
Kim Kwang (Kwan)
Height: 5'10" (178 cm)
Build: Slender yet athletic – a toned frame shaped by youth and agility. His body carries the energy of someone always in motion: quick reflexes, sharp movements, and a natural rhythm. He doesn't have the imposing stature of Wang Wai Zhang, but he owns his space with boldness and charm.
Skin Tone: Smooth ivory skin with a rosy warmth – the kind that always seems fresh, almost glowing. He has the look of someone who was born to be seen in the spotlight.
Face Shape: Soft angular – a V-shaped jawline with youthful cheekbones and a smooth forehead. His face blends boyish charm with a teasing edge.
Eyes: Warm honey-brown – eyes full of mischief and light, like golden embers dancing under the sun. There's a twinkle in them, always hinting that he knows more than he lets on. When he's angry, they darken — almost molten — revealing the storm he usually hides.
Eyebrows: Slightly arched, expressive – they move a lot when he talks, giving away his mood before he even speaks.
Hair: Ash brown with subtle golden strands – fluffy, always a little messy, like he just woke up but still looks good. Medium-length and sometimes dyed slightly lighter during summer. It falls naturally into his eyes, which he brushes away in a signature motion that many find adorable.
Lips: Soft and pouty – especially when he's annoyed or teasing someone. His smile is wide and infectious, often accompanied by a mischievous wink or cocked eyebrow.
Voice: Youthful, energetic, but with unexpected depth – sometimes teasing and quick, other times low and serious. When he speaks from the heart, his voice carries weight no one expects.
Style: Casual but stylish – hoodies, bomber jackets, combat boots, layered streetwear. He loves oversized sweaters and earrings, usually with silver accents. He doesn't try to look good; he just does. Often carries a small charm or bracelet that was a gift from Sky, though he'd never admit it means a lot.
Aura: Playful and magnetic. People naturally want to be around him. He feels like summer — warm, unpredictable, and unforgettable. But those who look closely will notice his silence sometimes lingers too long, his gaze sometimes turns too heavy — proof that there's more to Kwang than just brightness.
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Short Summary (for book use):
> With a smile that could melt ice and eyes that sparkled like mischief itself, Kim Kwang was the light in every room — and sometimes, the fire too. He laughed easily, loved loudly, and lived like nothing could touch him. But behind the boyish charm was a soul marked by secrets, shadows, and a name that no longer belonged to just him. To many, he was sunshine. To some, he was trouble. But to Sky… he was something else entirely.
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Character Physical Description:
Tran Heaun (Own)
Height: 5'6" (168 cm)
He's noticeably shorter than both Sky and Kwan, but his presence never feels small. There's a quiet confidence in the way he carries himself — like someone who knows how to make others listen without ever raising his voice.
Build: Slender and delicate – more graceful than muscular. His movements are fluid, almost catlike, with a softness that masks an underlying resilience. He doesn't overpower, he disarms.
Skin Tone: Pale ivory with a golden undertone – the kind of complexion that glows softly under moonlight. His skin is clear and smooth, like porcelain kissed by sunlight, reflecting his Vietnamese-Korean lineage beautifully.
Face Shape: Heart-shaped – with soft curves, a gentle jawline, and a smooth forehead. His cheeks hold a natural flush, giving him an eternally youthful look.
Eyes: Deep hazel – flecked with hints of green and amber. His eyes are wide and slightly tilted, framed with thick lashes that give them a naturally sad, soulful expression. There's a mystery in his gaze — like he's searching for something he forgot long ago.
Hair: Jet black – soft and featherlight, with a natural wave. It falls in gentle layers around his face, often covering part of his forehead. Sometimes he wears it longer in the back, giving him an effortlessly dreamy, almost ethereal look.
Lips: Small and gently curved – with a natural pink tint. When he smiles, it's like a secret blooming on his face. Rare, but unforgettable.
Voice: Soft-spoken, mellow – almost melodic when he talks. But sometimes, in rare moments of vulnerability, his voice cracks just slightly… like it's carrying weight it shouldn't.
Style: Quiet and artistic – layered cardigans, oversized scarves, earth-tone colors, canvas shoes. He favors textures over patterns, often seen sketching in a notebook or wearing something hand-stitched. He wears a bracelet made of red thread — a Vietnamese custom believed to protect from bad spirits, though he doesn't know who tied it for him.
Aura: He's beautiful in a way that's not loud, but impossible to ignore. There's a softness in him that draws people in — a fragility that makes others want to protect him, even if they don't know why. But that gentle exterior hides a deep, quiet sadness… and something broken that still bleeds in silence.
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Short Character Summary (for story use):
> Tran Heaun was the kind of beautiful that lingered — not in loud glances, but in quiet moments. With skin like dawn light and eyes like a forgotten dream, he never asked to be seen, yet everyone looked. Though he smiled with the brightness of youth, something inside him always felt unfinished, like a page ripped out of a story he never got to read. And maybe that's why, when Sky looked at him… he felt like he'd met him before — somewhere in a life neither of them remembered.
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Character Physical Description: Boonyarit Chanon (Non)
Height: 5'9" (175 cm)
He stands with quiet grace — not too tall, but tall enough to blend into a crowd, to go unnoticed when he wants… which is most of the time.
Build: Lean and lightly toned. His body reflects someone who works hard but doesn't have time to focus on appearances. His strength is the kind built from daily struggle — subtle, enduring, unyielding.
Skin Tone: Warm beige with golden undertones — the sun has touched his skin over the years as he moved through life under the open sky, working jobs that didn't care about comfort.
Face Shape: Oval with sharp cheekbones and a refined jawline. His features are soft but carry an alertness, like he's always observing… thinking… surviving.
Eyes: Deep brown – the kind of eyes that always look a little tired, a little older than his age. They hold a seriousness that makes people pause. When he removes his glasses, you can see a flicker of sadness in them that he rarely lets anyone close enough to notice.
Glasses: Thin-rimmed and always slightly askew. A quiet symbol of his sharp mind, and perhaps, of the world he doesn't always want to see clearly. He often pushes them up his nose absentmindedly when he's thinking or flustered.
Hair: Dark brown – always neat, though a little overgrown at the edges. He keeps it combed back or tucked behind his ears. When he's focused or stressed, he runs his fingers through it without realizing.
Lips: Thin and expressive – especially when he's quietly annoyed. He rarely smiles, but when he does, it's soft… and it always feels earned.
Voice: Calm, low, and thoughtful – he speaks slowly and with purpose, like someone who doesn't waste words. His voice carries a kindness, but when he's pushed, there's an edge to it sharp enough to cut.
Style: Simple and clean – button-ups, neutral tones, long sleeves, and canvas messenger bags. Nothing flashy. Everything practical. The kind of clothes that blend in, not because he's hiding, but because he's never had the luxury to stand out.
Aura: He gives off the presence of someone who's been through a lot and never complains. He doesn't ask for help. He doesn't want pity. But when he finally looks up at someone, there's a gravity in his gaze that makes them want to fight for him… even if he never asks.
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Short Character Summary (for story use):
> Boonyarit Chanon never wanted to be a hero. He just wanted peace — a home, a life where his mother could smile again. But the world took and took, and he learned to survive on silence and scars. He isn't made of fire. He's made of stone — weathered by years, unshakable in quiet strength. Behind those glasses, behind those eyes that never stop calculating risk, is a boy who still believes in hope…