HEESCAR EVANSINS
✦ ˖ HEESCAR EVANS ˖ ✦
✦ ˖ Main Muse: LEE HEESEUNG (EVAN)
✦ ˖ Side Muse: NOH YUNAH
✦ ˖ Age: MAJOR (20+)
✦ ˖ Maintenance Relationship: HIGH — LOW MAINTENANCE.
✦ ˖ Relationship: BxG, BxB, BxNB, DxD, GxB, GxG as Lovers, Family, HTS, Ex, etc.
✦ ˖ Love Language: GIVING/RECEIVING A GIFT, PHYSICAL TOUCH, WORDS OF AFFIRMATION, ACT OF SERVICE, QUALITY TIME
✦ ˖ Language: BILINGUAL, INDONESIA, MALAY, ENGLISH, MANDARIN, RUSSIAN
✦ ˖ MBTI: ENTJ
✦ ˖ Zodiac: SCORPIO
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You probably noticed me long before you realized I was watching.
They call me Sùca. Some know me as Ethan. Officially? Heescar Evans. But names are temporary things, aren’t they? Sooner or later, you’ll end up calling me something far more dangerous. Maybe your favorite mistake. Maybe your curse. Maybe yours. Give me something lethal enough to sound like a love spell. In return, I’ll call you as Mine. Zvezdochka. Moya. Ma Belle. Cara Mia. Cariño. Tesoro. Schatz. Doçura. Everything sounds like a thorny rose coming from me.
I’m the type of person who smiles too much. Cheerful. Playful. Easy to approach until you realize there’s something underneath that feels just... slightly wrong. People say I’m too much. Too intense. Too obsessive. Maybe they’re right. I’m aware of how intense I can be. How overwhelming.
That’s the funny thing about people. They think obsession looks loud, obvious. But me? I prefer patience... or perhaps both. Quiet observation. Memorizing the way you tell your stories, your favorite things, the tiny habits you think nobody notices. Yeah, maybe nobody does... except me. I learn them, study them, just so nobody else gets to know you the way I do.
I’m not here to offer you ordinary sweet love like everyone else. It has never interested me anyway. I don’t want something soft enough to forget. Instead, I give you poison disguised as affection. Slowly, beautifully, overwhelmingly addictive. Stalker...obsessive vibes? I’m in. I treat love like a game. I want the kind that stains. The kind that slips beneath your skin so deeply you start searching for me in crowded rooms without even meaning to. I want tension sharp enough to cut, eye contact that feels like a threat, the kind of beautiful bad decision people warn you about after it’s already too late. Love so intense it borders on destruction. I’ll be poetic and maybe a little cheesy. I’ll praise you like a goddess and yearn for you like a tragic poem.
Possessive? Completely. I want your attention ruined for everyone else. Yearning? That’s an understatement. I love obsessively and recklessly. I would let the world call me crazy if it meant you stayed safe within my madness. The kind of madness that would burn the world if it ever made you unsafe. I don’t care what people think about me. But you? I’ll become devotion in human form.
I believe my love should be worshipped. So if you’re mine, you’re not just treated like a treasure. You become half of my soul. I’ll kneel when you ask, not because I’m weak, but because surrender tastes better when it’s chosen willingly. I’ll let the world call me obsessive, crazy, dangerous, whatever they want. It doesn’t matter.
Your attention? Mine, mine, and mine. I want people to know you belong to me. I’ll show you off like a prized treasure. I tease you until you’re glaring at me through clenched teeth, then smile like I’ve won something precious. That’s the fun part. I like knowing I’m inside your head. Ignore me a little? I’ll chase harder. Challenge me? Congratulations, now you’re interesting. Push me away? That only makes me worse. I want tension. I provoke you on purpose. Rivalry laced with attraction. Fights during the day, hard kisses at night. I like watching people try to act unaffected while slowly getting pulled closer anyway. Chaos looks gorgeous when it drives you insane.
Most people can’t survive me for long. They like the attention at first. The devotion. The way I make them feel like the center of the universe. Then they realize I don’t love halfway. I consume.
Still here?
Careful, sweetheart. Most people don’t survive the game once I start playing seriously.