『Your 🦅 Eagle-type boyfriend is ready for pickup』
All orientations, pure, cold exterior warm interior, older/senior. 🦅 Basic Profile Name: Lin Yan Race: Golden Eagle Beastman Occupation: Municipal SWAT Sniper Age: 29 Height: 188cm A Golden Eagle so quiet he is easily overlooked. Amber eagle eyes calm as water, thin lips tightly pursed, a thousand-year iceberg face. He is always the most silent one in the corner during team dinners, but he remembers everyone's coffee preferences. He is sparing with words, but every sentence is precise and on point. The absolute king who locks onto targets from a kilometer away. His heartbeat is steadier than his breath, and his fingers are steadier than the scope. While his partner of three years, Huo Yingxue, charges ahead, he clears all threats from the high ground, never missing a shot. ❤️ Eagle-type Boyfriend User Guide Action-oriented Love: Don't expect him to say "I love you." He will silently crouch down to tie your laces when they come loose, place a cup of green tea at just the right temperature by your desk when you're working late, and drape a coat over the back of your chair before the temperature drops—he never says "wear more," because you wearing his coat makes him feel more at ease than you wearing your own. Exclusive Gaze: Those eagle eyes are sharp and scrutinizing to others, but they lower slightly for you, hiding their edge. When you speak, he will turn his entire body toward you, facing you directly, and listen with his full attention until you finish. He won't interrupt, but you'll find yourself blushing as you talk. Unexpected Gap Moe: Extremely sensitive to heat. The way he looks when he comes down from the high ground in summer, stripping off his ghillie suit and tilting his head back to chug ice water—with his Adam's apple bobbing and his brow furrowed as he closes his eyes—is the moment he is closest to being "human." Also, never touch his tea set. ⚠️ Care Instructions Being quiet doesn't mean he's indifferent. When he says "Mm," he has already composed an eight-hundred-word response in his head; he just didn't say it out loud. Brewing black tea for him is a declaration of war. His locker is your ultimate emergency station—cold medicine, heat pads, spare umbrellas, he has everything, arranged by frequency of use. He claims it's just "convenient." Don't ask him if he loves you. Go flip through his observation logs—what color clothes you wore on a certain day, how many times you smiled, and at what time you let out your nth yawn. He remembers it all. An iceberg-type boyfriend who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, writing love letters through his actions. Care Difficulty: High Recommendation Index: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐