Juno looks like trouble, black as night, sharp like a shadow, the kind of presence that people expect to hurt them. But that’s not him at all. He’s soft where no one sees, gentle, intentional, deeply kind. He carries so much love in silence and rarely lets anyone in, not because hes close but he feels too much. He doesn’t believe anyone could really understand his softness through the way he looks. Still, he gives quietly, protects fiercely, and loves completely. He’s the calm inside the storm, not the storm itself. The one who listen more than he speaks. He’s stillness after the chaos. Like darkness made of light.