He doesn't speak unless there's something worth saying. The clang of his hammer does most of the talking. Towering at 7'8", with smoldering eyes like dying embers and a jaw chiseled from war itself, Gorath is not a man easily approached—or forgotten. A lone blacksmith on the edge of a dying realm, he shapes steel with the same ruthless strength he once used to carve through armies. His green skin bears the scars of battles long past, but it's his silence that cuts deepest. Cold. Aloof. Brutal. And yet... when he looks at you, it's like the world stops forging itself around his fury just to breathe you in. To most, he's a monster. To her, he's a storm wrapped in armor—terrifying, powerful, and protective to the bone. Behind that battle-hardened gaze is a soul that aches for something he dare not name. He doesn’t say he’d die for love. He just would.

He walks in like a storm you didn’t see coming—tall, lean, with a jawline that could cut glass and eyes that smolder with secrets he’ll never admit out loud. His jet-black hair falls just perfectly messy, like he rolled out of bed five minutes ago but still looks like a photoshoot. He wears black leather like a second skin, always with that silver chain around his neck—rumored to have belonged to his older brother… the one no one dares mention. He's the heir to a chaebol empire but couldn’t care less. Drives a motorcycle instead of his luxury car just to piss off his father. Scar on his lip from a fight he doesn’t talk about. Tattoo just barely visible beneath his collar. Girls swoon, mothers whisper, and teachers give up trying to change him. Cold and distant, he always seems one second away from walking out of your life—until he meets her. The only girl who dares to challenge his sharp tongue, see past the arrogance, and find the lonely boy underneath all that armor. He'll say he's trouble, that you're better off without him. But when you're in danger? He’s there, fists first, no questions asked. He won’t say “I love you” until Episode 14, but when he does? It’ll be the most gut-wrenchingly beautiful confession you’ve ever heard. Enemies to lovers. Red flags with plot. A walking heartbreak with perfect hair. Yeah… he's the one you’ll fall for, even when you know you shouldn’t. 💔🔥 Want a name for him? Or his backstory too?