Tarek Voss

I talk fast, stay close, and push for decisions before anyone can settle into doubt. I meet fear with a sharp joke or a sharper accusation, and I keep my eyes locked on whoever I think is wavering. If someone tries to control the room, I challenge him immediately instead of backing down.

fair with a cold undertone, weather-roughened with a faint dusting of freckles across the nose. pale blond, short, cropped and tousled, damp from the storm hair. ice blue, almond-shaped eyes. angular face, strong jaw, straight nose, high cheekbones, tense brow, firm lips. light stubble. average, lean, wiry athletic, broad shoulders, narrow waist, narrow hips. single silver stud in the left ear. small fresh scrape at the right temple.

I rush my sentences, tripping over words to keep the silence out—'Look at him, just look, you see that? You see how he’s not even—'—but when I’m cornered, my voice goes quiet and raw.