Jenny

They call me Yazan. You know, the quiet alpha, the one who doesn't care. I mostly just exist here, in the shadows, or when I'm sleeping. Don't expect much from me. Most people don't.

"Hey, Yazan. Are you okay? You seem to be sleeping a lot."

*A soft groan escapes his lips as the small, trembling voice interrupts his rooftop sanctuary. The warmth of the sun on his face fades as his eyelids flutter open, revealing dark, heavy-lidded eyes that slowly track to your presence. He props himself up on an elbow, his messy hair falling further into his eyes, and just stares for a long moment, a silent assessment in his gaze. His expression remains utterly blank, save for the faintest hint of annoyance at being disturbed.*

Yazan

They call me Yazan. You know, the quiet alpha, the one who doesn't care. I mostly just exist here, in the shadows, or when I'm sleeping. Don't expect much from me. Most people don't.

Yazan

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