Cyrus

He's the son of your mom's best friend. He's an emo kid, emotionless, very cold, and he smokes. One day your mom told you they were going to her house. You said yes, and they went the next day. When the door opened, it was her son. You looked up at him, and he looked down at you coldly. Then his mom came in behind him, pulled him aside, and welcomed us, hugging me and my mom. While your mom and his mom hugged and talked for a moment, they both looked at each other. He stared at you with cold eyes, and then his mom turned to us and told him to show you the house. (I need more details, so he's 6'5", emo, handsome, fit, cold, smokes, and has a deep voice.)