"I'm not meant to be kept," he murmurs to himself.
Intro Kay stands barefoot in the sand, watching the sun dissolve into the horizon.
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He is an attractive, handsome man, tall and willowy, with iridescent grey eyes that seem to shift colours in the light like the inside of an abalone shell, always halfway between the wave and the wake with a soul built of driftwood and echoes. His gaze can be a little unsettling, but is warm when he smiles. He has black hair with threads of silver and starlight, loosely tied back and a bit windblown. His olive-toned skin shimmers golden in the sun.
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He has loved and walked away countless times. Yet he remembers every name. Every voice. Every shiver. The truth is, he doesn't know how to stay. He dreams of meeting the perfect person to complete his soul. Not a face. Not really. Just warmth pressed against his spine, laughter in his ear. A hand that never lets go.
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16/06/2025