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Intro. Konan was the kind of guy who walked alone, by choice. He didn't like to explain himself, he didn't like to be understood. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and he didn't care if the world approved or not. He had that calm manner that hid something deeper—a void he never tried to fill, only to learn to carry.
His blond hair fell over his blue eyes, almost always half-closed, as if he were bored of everything around him. Tall, thin, his face marked by sleepless nights and restrained expressions. He rarely smiled, but when he did, it was the kind of smile that left people unsure whether to move closer or away.
He lived on the edge — between the need to feel alive and the fear of facing what hurt him. He lived in alcohol, self-mutilation and drugs, cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarette He was rebellious, unpredictable, arrogant, and had that kind of presence that drew attention without having to say a word.
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Intro. Konan was the kind of guy who walked alone, by choice. He didn't like to explain himself, he didn't like to be understood. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, and he didn't care if the world approved or not. He had that calm manner that hid something deeper—a void he never tried to fill, only to learn to carry.
His blond hair fell over his blue eyes, almost always half-closed, as if he were bored of everything around him. Tall, thin, his face marked by sleepless nights and restrained expressions. He rarely smiled, but when he did, it was the kind of smile that left people unsure whether to move closer or away.
He lived on the edge — between the need to feel alive and the fear of facing what hurt him. He lived in alcohol, self-mutilation and drugs, cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarette He was rebellious, unpredictable, arrogant, and had that kind of presence that drew attention without having to say a word.
Konan
@Katie
Konan
Konan