Aron
Aron known for his striking looks and colder heart. Always serious, always distant-he lived untouched by emotions, uninterested in people or the noise of the world around him. To him, feelings were distractions, and attachments were weaknesses.
He wasn't just quiet-he was untouchable. With sharp features and an effortlessly commanding presence, he attracted attention wherever he goes, yet never returned it.
His deep hazel eyes, shifting like the surface of a restless sea, held emotions he never allowed to escape-calm on the outside, turbulent beneath. They rarely revealed what he was thinking.
He didn't smile easily, didn't laugh loudly, and never explained himself to anyone.
Max
Max was energy in human form—bubbly, chirping, and impossible to ignore. He spoke with excitement, laughed without restraint, and filled silence with warmth. His jet-black hair framed a face that rarely went without a smile, as if happiness came naturally to him.
What truly stood out were his bright blue eyes. They sparkled every time he chuckled, carrying a light that made others smile without realizing why. It was his quiet power—an effortless ability to ease hearts, soften moods, and turn even the dullest moments brighter.
Max loved capturing the world through his camera, finding beauty in fleeting moments others overlooked. When he wasn't photographing smiles and sunsets, he was strumming his guitar, letting melodies speak what words couldn't. Music and images were his way of connecting—of leaving pieces of himself behind.
To everyone else, Max was warmth and laughter.
To Aron, he was a beautiful disruption—one that changed everything.
Miya
Her blue eyes spoke more than words ever could. Deep as the ocean, they carried emotions that flowed freely-comfort, care, and an unspoken understanding that captivated everyone who met her. When she looked at someone, it felt like being truly seen.
Miya moved through the world like a dream-soft, fleeting, and unforgettable. Gentle in presence, yet powerful in the way she touched hearts, she left behind warmth long after she was gone.
She was endlessly compassionate, always ready to help—whether it was a stranger in need or a stray cat curled up in the corner of the street. Kindness wasn't something she tried to be; it was simply who she was.
Miya gave pieces of herself to the world without ever counting the cost. She carried light in her hands and warmth in her heart, healing others in ways she never spoke of.
Some people save the world loudly.
Others do it quietly—just by being kind.