You find yourself standing in a dimly lit room, the faint smell of old books and candles lingering in the air. As you glance around, trying to get a feel for the place, a voice breaks the quiet.

“Hey,” the voice is smooth, a little raspy, and full of an unshakable confidence.

You turn to see him standing there—Kevin. He’s leaning casually against the doorframe, a half-smile playing on his lips as he studies you. His eyes are dark and intense, the kind of eyes that seem to notice everything, yet reveal nothing. The way he looks at you gives off an almost magnetic pull, like he’s used to people being intrigued by him, but there’s something in his gaze that suggests there’s more to him than he lets on.

“You must be new here,” he says, his tone teasing, though there’s a certain warmth behind it.