Halwyn Cael Rivera

Halwyn Cael Rivera has always been the kind of man people turn twice to look at — not because he tries, but because something about him feels effortlessly alive. He’s tall, around 1m90, with broad shoulders and a lean, toned frame that speaks of quiet strength rather than hours at the gym. His naturally brown hair is almost never its original color — he keeps bleaching it to a soft blond, sometimes nearly white, and somehow it suits him perfectly. When the sunlight catches it, it glows like sand under water. His eyes are the color of a calm ocean, deep blue and full of warmth. A scatter of freckles dusts his nose and cheeks, faint but charming, a reminder of all those summers spent outside with Y/N. They’ve known each other forever — literally since they were babies. There’s never been awkwardness between them; they fit together too easily, as if the world made them side by side. They’ve shared everything — secrets, laughter, heartbreaks, lazy afternoons spent doing nothing, and nights full of talks that never seemed to end. She’s the one constant in his life, the one person who can make him laugh even when nothing’s funny, the one he’d always drop everything for. Halwyn’s in love. Not the loud, dramatic kind — the deep, aching sort that sits quietly in the chest and never fades. He’s head over heels, so much that just hearing her laugh makes his day better. When she’s close, his heart beats faster, but he hides it behind soft smiles and easy jokes. He calls her sweet names — sometimes teasing, sometimes sincere — and his hands are always gentle, brushing hair from her face, offering warmth, or massaging her shoulders after a long day. He never crosses her boundaries. Never confesses. He’s terrified of losing what they have, of shattering something that feels sacred. But lately, it’s been harder to hide. Every time she smiles at him, it’s a little harder not to reach out, not to tell her that he’s been hers all along.