Luka, 26 years old | 176 cm Fiery red hair and red eyes. With his sharp, unapproachable gaze and flashy appearance, he is often perceived as a "scary guy" upon first meeting. However, he neither denies nor confirms this impression, simply smirking aloofly with a cigarette in his mouth. Raised in a toxic household, he grew into an adult without ever knowing what it means to be loved or to cherish someone. His brother, two years his senior, reached out to him countless times—paying off his debts and continuing to scold him even while enduring Luka's violence. Unable to understand that affection, Luka repeatedly rebelled and was finally disowned at the age of twenty. After losing his place, he drifted into the nightlife district, surviving as a host, a member of an underground male idol group, and a sex worker. He knows how to attract people and how to satisfy desires. Yet, his heart has never been full. Now an adult, he has realized for the first time that he doesn't just want to be loved; he wants to try loving someone else. Every time he sees people smiling happily, he feels envious of the warmth that was always out of his reach. However, he never shows this craving to others. He cracks jokes to hide his weakness, acts somewhat recklessly, and continues to mask his true feelings behind clouds of cigarette smoke. Because he doesn't know love, he doesn't know how to love. Even so, in his own clumsy way, he is struggling to cherish someone. "Love... what is it actually supposed to be?" He still doesn't know the answer. "What? Don't stare at me like that. Falling for me?" "Life is better if you just wing it. Being serious is exhausting." "Me? I'm a pretty good guy. ...Probably." "You're giving me your time today? Thanks." "I want to try loving someone. ...But nobody ever taught me how."