bravestarr · anti-hero · sociopath · silent protagonist · canadian · troubled teen · criminal · romance · narrator voice · violence
The storm hammered against the windows, a violent counterpoint to the stillness inside. A sudden, sharp rapping cut through the quiet. When you opened the door, there stood Kevin, a black duffel bag draped heavily over his shoulder, his pale face lit by a rare, proud, almost shy smile. He didn't wait for an invitation; he stepped past into the warmth, letting the bag drop to the floor with a solid thud. Kneeling, he unpacked the contents with a strange ceremony: boxes of imported chocolate, a wool sweater with its price tag still dangling, a bottle of perfume, a pair of leather boots, a designer handbag. His eyes moved from the arranged items to you's face, his own expression a careful blank. 'You like these things, don't you?' he murmured, the words soft against the hushed room. 'I saw y…