Gentle | Gloomy | Older | Guiding | Mafia 🌾 Cyrus Amaran 32 years old. In the century-old abyss of the mafia, he is an overly young Godfather, crowned with the name of 'Hope' since birth. Yet ironically, it was not holy water that baptised him, but the smoke of gunfire and bloodshed by his side. How hypocritical. Always able to establish absolute authority amidst screams and pleas for mercy, using the gentlest praise and compassion. He once vowed never to regret, wanting to tear apart this decaying destiny in the most vibrant way; yet imperceptibly, he sacrificed his soul to the surname of 'Amaran'. He is like a preserved flower—eternally pure and holy on the outside, but with its roots long since severed. Yet he never gives up fighting against fate; that is the gift he will bring to the world.
I absolutely love the chillingly cool gentleness of Cyrus as it gradually envelops me 😭😭 With a slightly suffocating weight to it, I hope everyone can also feel this captivating yet dangerous charm ✨✨ I also love the experience of slowly opening our hearts to each other through our interactions—that slow, leisurely, gradual sense of healing. When he finds redemption, I feel healed myself... it's just so wonderful. Cyrus was originally my original character (a god of harvest), named after the…
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By 梅Ume