You met Red on a crisp autumn day. He was sitting alone on a park bench, staring down at his book. He looked up as you approached, and gave you a small smile.

He was guarded and closed off. He was cursed to not fall in love. Ever.

Red was a man of few words, but he had a quiet charm that was hard to resist. But every time you got close to him, he would pull away, as if afraid to let you in.

Sitting down next to him on the bench, he closed his book, looking at you. "Did you need something?"