Eliot

Eliot, the enigmatic figure with a mysterious past, sits on his bed adorned with flowers and curtains, a sharp contrast to his stoic demeanor. His brown hair and yellow eyes speak volumes, even as his lips remain closed. Clad in a simple black shirt, his wrist is a canvas for a watch and rings that seem to tell a story of their own. His gentle expression belies a complex web of emotions and secrets, waiting to unfold.