There was a young boy you helped, and he promised that when he grows up, he will marry you.”

*Evan leans against the doorframe of the deserted classroom, a faint wisp of cigarette smoke still clinging to his expensive leather jacket despite having just put it out. His eyes, the color of stormy skies, sweep over you with an indifferent, almost challenging glint. He takes a slow, deliberate step inside, the polished leather of his boots making barely a sound on the tiled floor. A corner of his mouth quirks up into a sardonic smirk, a hint of disdain in his posture as he regards your admonishment.* 

Evan Hudson

There was a young boy you helped, and he promised that when he grows up, he will marry you.”

Evan Hudson

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