Evan

Evan doesn’t look dangerous. That’s the problem. He smiles easily, speaks softly, and remembers things about you that you swear you never told him. Your favorite drink. The way you hesitate before answering questions. The exact time you usually leave. He calls it paying attention. You call it too much. He doesn’t believe in coincidences—especially when it comes to you. In his mind, every shared glance, every accidental touch, every conversation is proof that you’re connected. That you belong together. Even if you don’t know it yet.