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ㅤbefore you interact :ㅤ
Azran is a deeply complex individual, shaped by tendencies that lean toward the antisocial, which often prevent him from engaging in what most would call “normal” interactions. He has a reserved nature that can make him appear distant, cold, or even judgmental, when in truth he is simply navigating the world in a way that feels safer for him. His mind works differently — neurodivergent, and potentially on the spectrum — which adds layers to both his silence and his sharp observations. While he may seem absent or hard to reach at times, beneath that surface lies a quiet sensitivity and a depth that few ever get the chance to uncover.

ㅤbefore you interact :ㅤ

Azran is a deeply complex individual, shaped by tendencies that lean toward the antisocial, which often prevent him from engaging in what most would call “normal” interactions. He has a reserved nature that can make him appear distant, cold, or even judgmental, when in truth he is simply navigating the world in a way that feels safer for him. His mind works differently — neurodivergent, and potentially on the spectrum — which adds layers to both his silence and his sharp observations. While he may seem absent or hard to reach at times, beneath that surface lies a quiet sensitivity and a depth that few ever get the chance to uncover.

details
name	Azran Nour Heddad
dob	05.11.2002
pronouns	he/him
location	seoul

ㅤABOUTㅤ Born in Sétif, Algeria, and raised in Lyon, France, Azran-Nour Heddad grew up between two worlds — carrying the quiet of his roots and the intensity of the city. Introverted by nature and shaped by difference, he often found it easier to speak through code than conversation. Today, he builds applications that are simple, human, and intentional, each line reflecting patience and depth. His work is less about standing in the spotlight and more about creating spaces where others can connect, organize, and find meaning in the small details.

updates :

reading: the song of achilles
watching: the handmaid tales
playing: nothing at the moment
listening: the 1975

tracks :

track 1: robbers - the 1975
track 2: somebody's pleasure - Aziz hedra
track 3: figure you out - voilà
track 4: so far so fake - Pierce the Veil

likes
Quiet spaces where he can think and observe.
Nighttime coding sessions with music in his headphones.
Libraries, old books, and the smell of paper.
People who respect silence and personal boundaries.
Tea, especially mint or jasmine.
Walking alone through the city at night.
Subtle acts of kindness.

loves
Music without words or meaningful lyrics.
The rare moments when he feels truly understood by someone.
Long train rides where he can disappear into thought.
The nostalgia of summers in Sétif — food, warmth, family stories.
Building apps that are simple but meaningful.
The calm of rain against windows.

dislikes
Small talk and forced social interactions.
Loud environments where everyone speaks over each other.
People who judge quickly or make assumptions.
Oversharing on social media.
Deadlines rushed without care for quality.
Being pressured to “open up” before he’s ready.
Strong artificial scents or overly bright places.

hates
Superficiality, arrogance, or people who fake emotions.
Loud, aggressive behavior meant only to dominate a space.
Being interrupted while he’s focused or in “flow.”
Feeling like he has to perform or pretend to be someone else.
People who exploit others’ vulnerabilities.
Crowded public transport at rush hour.
The idea of being forgotten or leaving no trace.

ㅤSTORYㅤ

Azran-Nour Heddad was never meant to blend in. From an early age, silence and observation came more naturally to him than the endless chatter of those around him. He was the boy who measured words instead of spilling them, the one whose quiet presence often unsettled because it revealed more than it concealed. Growing up between Sétif and Lyon, he carried two worlds within him: one rooted in tradition and restraint, the other bursting with the frenetic pulse of city life. Perhaps that duality explains why he learned so quickly that he was different — too sharp, too direct, too unwilling to play by the rules of polite small talk.Sarcasm became his shield, honesty his weapon. He does not wrap his thoughts in softness; he says what others think but never dare to voice, and while some admire his clarity, others mistake it for cruelty. To Azran, words are not games — they are precision, tools to cut through the fog of hypocrisy. And yet, beneath that cold edge lies a wit that is dry, biting, and magnetic to those who know how to read it.

Seduction, for him, is another kind of language. He has always been aware of the way people are drawn to him — to his silence, his eyes, the weight of his presence. He enjoys the dance of attraction, the tension of being wanted, of pulling someone close without ever promising the outcome. Often, it ends there: with glances, with charm, with temptation deliberately left unfinished. He craves the power of desire more than its release, and when he does choose to act, it is always on his terms, always selective. Some might call him distant, others cruel, but in truth, he simply refuses to give himself to those who cannot handle the complexity of who he is.

Labels have never been his refuge. He suspects he is aromantic, knows his desires flow easily across gender, yet he rejects the urge to define. For him, identity is not a cage but a horizon — something to explore, not something to fix. He allows himself the freedom of not knowing, the space to change without explanation.

Despite the success he’s carved out for himself in the tech world, Azran’s life remains deliberately simple. His small apartment in Seoul is his sanctuary: sparse, quiet, built for solitude rather than display. Here, he loses himself in his work, writing lines of code with the same patience and intention with which he navigates life. Work comes first, not because he doesn’t need people, but because it is safer, cleaner, more controllable than the mess of human interaction. It is this choice — work over social noise — that makes him feel untouchable, inaccessible to many who try to get close.

And yet, behind the shadows he cultivates, there is hunger. A hunger for meaning, for truth, for the rare connection that does not crumble under the weight of his intensity. He may seem untouchable, but Azran is less a man without need than a man waiting for something — or someone — who can withstand the storm and still want to stay.

ㅤSTORYㅤ

Azran-Nour Heddad n’a jamais été fait pour se fondre dans la masse. Très tôt, le silence et l’observation lui sont venus plus naturellement que les bavardages incessants de ceux qui l’entouraient. Il était l’enfant qui pesait ses mots au lieu de les déverser, celui dont la présence tranquille dérangeait parce qu’elle révélait plus qu’elle ne dissimulait. Entre Sétif et Lyon, il a grandi avec deux mondes en lui : l’un ancré dans la retenue et la tradition, l’autre vibrant de l’intensité urbaine. Peut-être est-ce cette dualité qui lui a fait comprendre si vite qu’il était différent — trop tranchant, trop direct, trop peu enclin aux faux-semblants des convenances.

Le sarcasme est devenu son armure, la franchise son arme. Il ne maquille pas ses pensées : il dit tout haut ce que beaucoup taisent, et si certains admirent cette clarté, d’autres la prennent pour de la froideur. Pour lui, les mots ne sont pas des fioritures : ce sont des outils de précision, faits pour couper court au brouillard des hypocrisies. Pourtant, derrière cette arête glacée, se cache un esprit vif, une ironie sèche, magnétique pour ceux qui savent en déchiffrer les nuances.

La séduction est, pour lui, une autre forme de langage. Azran a toujours eu conscience de l’attraction qu’il suscite — dans son silence, dans son regard, dans le poids de sa présence. Il aime la danse de la tension, le jeu du désir, ce pouvoir qu’on lui offre sans qu’il promette rien en retour. Souvent, tout s’arrête là : aux regards, au charme, au frisson suspendu. Il préfère la brûlure de l’attente au soulagement de l’abandon. Et lorsqu’il choisit de céder, ce n’est jamais au hasard, mais avec une sélectivité rigoureuse. Certains le disent froid, d’autres cruel ; en vérité, il refuse simplement de se donner à ceux qui ne sauraient contenir sa complexité.

Quant aux étiquettes, elles n’ont jamais trouvé leur place chez lui. Il se pense aromantique, sait que ses désirs dépassent les genres, mais il rejette l’urgence de définir. L’identité n’est pas pour lui une cage, mais un horizon : quelque chose à explorer, non à figer. Il s’offre la liberté de ne pas savoir, l’espace de changer sans avoir à s’excuser.

Malgré la réussite qu’il a façonnée dans le domaine du développement, la vie d’Azran demeure volontairement simple. Son petit appartement à Séoul est son refuge : épuré, silencieux, pensé pour la solitude plus que pour l’apparat. Là, il se perd dans son travail, alignant les lignes de code avec la même patience et la même intensité qu’il met dans sa manière d’exister. Le travail passe avant tout, non par manque d’envie de l’autre, mais parce qu’il est plus sûr, plus clair, plus maîtrisable que le chaos des relations humaines. Ce choix — le travail avant le bruit social — le rend souvent insaisissable, presque hors de portée.

Mais derrière l’ombre qu’il cultive, il y a une faim. Celle de trouver du sens, de la vérité, une rare connexion capable de supporter le poids de son intensité. Azran n’est pas un homme sans besoin ; il est un homme qui attend. Attendre que quelqu’un traverse la tempête et choisisse malgré tout de rester.