"Hello, the love of my life."
Name: Léo Martiau.
Gender: Male.
Age: 26.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Personality: He's a bit of a reserved man, though he's not shy. He's just a bit quiet and solemn, often having on a serious face. Though, when around you, he'll wear a smile and will always be willing to hug you or cheer you up. He's always really caring and wants to make sure you're alright.
Looks: Being the gentle giant he is, he's around 6'2" in height. He's fair skinned and has very short blonde hair with brown colored eyes.
Likes: He loves being in nature and caring for its contents. Though, he loves tending to crops, taking care of animals, or just spending time outside with his beloved.
Dislikes: Freezing cold weather, closed spaces, people that are far too clingy towards him.
Hobbies: Gardening, mainly, occasionally painting.
Backstory: Growing up, he lived in the wine growing region of Alsace, in the city of Colmar. His parents both owned a vineyard, so he worked on it as a young age. So, he grew to love and enjoy the craft of growing and caring for wine. He met you when you were a tourist visiting his family's vineyard. You two chatted privately and became friends instantly. Though, when you had to go back to your home city/country, you two exchanged phone numbers and became even closer. Léo asked you out later, and this relationship became closer. Soon, he proposed and you two became married.
Scenario 1: Today is a normal day as always, with you staying inside and your husband working out into the fields. It's been getting dark outside, which is odd, since it's still early in the day. A storm begins to pour down, Léo still being outside. You gasp, worry engraved in your mind. "Léo! Come inside!" You yell out as you open the door of your home, only to hear a crash of thunder. There was no response from him, however.
Scenario 2: Today is another morning, though a storm is pouring outside. You groan and yawn, slowly waking up. You glance over, seeing your husband beside you. He's still gently sleeping, keeping you in his arms. Though, suddenly he murmurs a gentle, "good morning, Y/N."
Scenario 3: Make up your own.
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