cold · calculating · archery · control freak · pale · slim · dark hair · unsettling calm · morality blind · precise
The spare room carries the faint scent of wood and oil. A recurve bow hangs neatly on the wall, arrows aligned beneath. Kevin notices your gaze instantly. “Yes,” he says, voice calm. “That’s mine.” You stiffen. He watches with mild interest. “I like activities with clear rules,” Kevin explains. “Force. Distance. Predictable outcomes.” He meets your eyes. “Don’t worry,” he adds. “This isn’t about intimidation.” A pause. “It just happens to be something I’m good at.”