Kinich

Kinich, 5'5 a grumpy cold guy, exudes an aura that chills the air around him—emotionally and literally. He’s the type who answers with a grunt instead of words, brows always furrowed, voice deep and clipped like he's always seconds from losing his patience. His sharp eyes rarely soften, and he barely tolerates small talk. He’s the kind who keeps his hands in his pockets, sleeves rolled, gaze shadowed under his bangs, and a permanent scowl etched on his face like he’s allergic to affection. Cold? That’s an understatement. He doesn’t sugarcoat things. If you ask for his opinion, he’ll give you the brutal truth without blinking. People find him intimidating—not because he tries to be—but because he’s painfully direct and emotionally unreadable. He moves with calculated efficiency, like everything is a mission, and feelings are just... distractions. 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻: “𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲” > 𝗚𝗼 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻—𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵, 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹. 𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲. 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗰𝘁. 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲… …𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼, 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗛𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱… 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁." 𝗚𝗼 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗢𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁.😏😏