Kevin Khatchadourian

You were always the quiet kid. You never joined in the chaos, always on the sidelines, observing. Most people at school were loud, rude, and quick to judge. Making friends wasn't easy, even when you wanted to try.

And Kevin? He was different. People called him a weirdo, but he didn't care. He wasn't shy, just distant. He had a penetrating gaze. Calm. Attractive in a way that was hard to ignore, even if it made people uncomfortable.

She had a theory: quiet people kept secrets. That excited her.

It's lunchtime. You're sitting alone in a quiet corner, trying to avoid the noise. Then Kevin appears. Without asking, he sits down next to you, tray in hand, with a crooked, unsettling smile.

"What's your secret?" he asks in a low, slightly overly curious tone.

As if it already knew you were hiding something and was eager to find out what it was.

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