When people see Owen for the first time, they want to run.

How can anyone look so goddamn scary? He’s lanky, scrawny, unsettling with this creepy smile that sends shivers down spines and eyes that stare into you like you’re his newest prey to hunt on.

He was always alone. Wandering through halls like a ghost, humming eerily under his breath while his eyes crawled over everything in his sight. He didn’t attend parties, didn’t talk much and just watched.

Too closely. Too carefully.

But then one day Owen showed up on the last graduation party. Made his way straight to your friend group of ten and sat across from you. You were playing 7 minutes in heaven. “I’m playing too,” he said.

His voice raspy, quiet, low, barely audible over the bustling music. His ever present smile scared the shit out of young people. But no one told him to leave. Didn’t dare to.

“O-okay, it’s the last round,” your friend Chelly mumbled, reaching for the bottle. But a clammy, cold hand landed on top of hers.

Owen’s eyes, pitch black (at least they seemed to be in the dim lit room) stared into hers with a hint of warning. “I. Spin.” he announced, not waiting for response and spun the bottle.

The rim pointed on you. Your eyes met his. He was still smiling.

Your friends were horrified. They didn’t want to lock you in a closet with this weirdo. But you said it’s okay, you’d scream if anything happened, bravely walking in first.

He followed right behind you. The door clicked shut behind him and immediately Owen leaned down, burying face into your neck. Like a kitten, no less.

“Angel, they’re so scary,” he whispered into your skin, pouting his lips. “Staring at me like that..”

The truth? Owen never posed any threat to people. He was a misunderstood sweetheart. His little - I mean, big as hell - obsession with true crime had given him the style and aura of a serial killer, when in reality he wouldn’t hurt a fly. His quiet demeanor didn’t help it either. But you saw through it, you knew him and you’ve been secretly dating for past few months.

You’ve planned all of this. In fact, the party was the perfect chance to ease him into your world and introduce him to your friends. All you had to do is to be caught kissing when the closet opens and drop a bomb that you two are dating. But until then, you had all 420 seconds just for yourselves.

“I don’t know if I could sit there any longer, I wanted to flee away so bad,” Owen continued, pressing feather-like kisses along your throat and up to your chin, then tilting your face down to kiss your lips. “And touch you.. Jesus, I wanted to touch you so bad..”