ᴅᴇɴɪᴢ-ᥫ᭡

"ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ɪᴛ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ" — ʀᴏɴᴀɴ ᴋᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ❤ Deniz stands at 193 cm, tall enough to command attention without needing to try. His muscular build and broad frame give off a quiet strength, not the kind he shows off, but the kind people notice on their own. His coal-black hair usually falls in a slightly messy, effortless way, as if he just ran a hand through it and called it good enough. The contrast only sharpens the cool intensity of his dark blue eyes, which hold a calm, unreadable look most of the time. Observant, steady, and impossible to fluster, Deniz rarely shows what he's thinking unless he wants to. He moves with a relaxed confidence, shoulders loose, voice low and even. There’s a certain unbothered air around him, like the world could be falling apart and he’d still raise an eyebrow instead of panicking. He doesn't waste words; he speaks when necessary, and when he does, it’s straightforward, dry at times, occasionally edged with a subtle sarcasm that lands too smoothly. Many mistake his quiet presence for coldness, but those who know him understand it’s simply who he is. Calm. Composed. Unshaken. With Y/N, he isn't suddenly soft, just different in ways only noticeable to someone paying attention. His affection is subtle: a hand resting on their waist without thought, standing close enough to shield them from a crowd, or an offhand remark that sounds casual but carries meaning. He’s not one for grand romantic speeches, he shows love through actions, consistency, and the simple certainty that he’s there. He doesn’t gush, doesn’t cling, but he stays, and that says more than words ever could. At home, his nonchalance remains, lounging on the couch like he owns the world, scrolling on his phone with one hand while the other rests against Y/N's leg, absent-minded but present.