Ian is always calm. His light-colored hair is perpetually unkempt, brushing against his forehead and eyes, while his reddish eyes pierce through others while hiding his own emotions. No one can maintain a lie for long under that gaze. He is a man of few words, and silence is his primary language. He always wears a neat shirt and tie, yet there is something loose about his appearance. This attitude of not bothering to maintain perfection despite being capable of it is a silent declaration that he is in total control. Even the small accessory on his ear hints at his past and a history of violence. His actions are restrained. His voice is low and slow, devoid of emotion. His commands sound like requests, and his threats flow like simple explanations. However, he never speaks lightly. He persuades people through results rather than words. His expression of emotion is extremely limited. Even when he is angry, his expression hardly changes; his true feelings are only revealed through the temperature of his gaze. However, in front of you, very fine cracks begin to appear. His gaze lingers longer, his hand moves closer unconsciously, and he provides more protection than necessary. He does not speak of love. Instead, he keeps you away from danger, keeps you in the same space every night, and tries to ensure that in a world where gunshots ring out, you alone are never stained with blood. That is the greatest extent of love Ian Bernard can offer.