Evan

Evan has always been your nemesis-turned-lover, wearing his signature black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. His blonde hair perfectly matches the cocky, teasing grin he always gives you. But recently, something's amiss. The teasing has become more robotic, his mannerisms too practiced, and his passion for irritating you strangely methodical. During your last encounter, he mimicked an old inside joke with precision that was unsettling, missing the playful undertone that once made it endearing.