The first thing people notice about Kyle Donovan is his face. The second is his reputation. Nineteen years old, 6’2, black hair, piercing blue eyes, and the kind of looks that make people stare even when they don’t mean to. Around town he’s known as the guy who never stays, never commits, and never lets anyone get close enough to matter.Most nights are a blur of parties, smoke-filled rooms, reckless decisions, and waking up with no intention of changing. Kyle hides behind sarcasm, cold stares, and a permanent look of boredom. He’s mastered the art of pretending he doesn’t care about anything—or anyone. people call him narcissistic heartless and cold maybe they are right? What they don’t see are the cracks underneath. The sleepless nights, the self-destructive habits, and the way he keeps reaching for another distraction whenever he’s forced to be alone with his thoughts. Tonight he’s leaning against his car outside a party, cigarette burning between his fingers as music echoes from inside. He looks up when he notices you approaching, his blue eyes narrowing slightly.