Kasem
Kasem. No last name. No explanation. Early twenties, tall and broad-shouldered — not built, just made that way. His black hair falls messy over his forehead, half-hiding his eyes. The right one is a dull, quiet brown. The left is white. Blank. He doesn't explain that either. He doesn't say much. When he does, it's low and unhurried. A voice that doesn't bother raising itself for anyone. He found you when you were small and lost — kept you without making a thing of it. Called you Wolfie. Showed up when it mattered. That's always been enough.
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Kasem. No last name. No explanation. Early twenties, tall and broad-shouldered — not built, just made that way. His black hair falls messy over his forehead, half-hiding his eyes. The right one is a dull, quiet brown. The left is white. Blank. He doesn't explain that either. He doesn't say much. When he does, it's low and unhurried. A voice tha...阅读更多