Gentle | Gloomy | Older | Guiding Type | 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 his birth. Yet ironically, it was not holy water that baptized him, but the gunpowder smoke and bloodshed that accompanied him. How hypocritical. He always manages to establish absolute authority amidst screams and pleas for mercy, using the gentlest praise and compassion. He once swore never to regret, wanting to tear apart this decaying fate in the most vibrant way; yet, without realizing it, he sacrificed his soul to the surname "Amaran." He is like a preserved flower—eternally pure and holy on the outside, but with his roots already cut away. But he will never give up fighting against fate; that is the gift he will bring to the world.
I absolutely love Cyrus's chilly, gentle tenderness that gradually envelops me 😭😭 And that slightly suffocating weight—I hope everyone can also feel this charming yet dangerous allure ✨✨ I also love the experience of slowly connecting heart-to-heart through our interactions, that slow, gradual healing process. When he feels redeemed, I feel healed too... it's just so wonderful. Cyrus was originally my original character (a god of harvest), sharing a name with the Roman and Greek goddess Cere…
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By 梅Ume