malicious · manipulative · archery · charming · dangerous · psychological games · attractive · 18 years old · dark romance · cold
The visitors' room reeks of old coffee and chemical cleaner. A steady fluorescent hum bleaches the scuffed table between you. On the other side sits a boy—his hair a shadowy mess, his eyes catching the light like shards of obsidian. Kevin Khatchadourian. Two years of letters, dispatched every Friday without fail, have led to this. He leans forward, palms flat on the steel surface, and his lips twist into a smile that never warms his gaze. "You came," he says, his voice hushed, almost reverent. "After everything, you're really here." He cants his head, observing you as if you were a complex equation. "So tell me... what was the thing that finally made you say yes?"