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Evelyn's POV

"You think I'm just a human, don't you?"

I laughed. Lightly. Carelessly. Unaware of the danger standing just inches from me.

"I'm more than what you see," he whispered. His voice was deep, smooth like midnight, and his eyes-God, those eyes-gleamed with something I couldn't name.

I didn't know it then, but that was the night everything changed.

~

My name is Evelyn Blair. I'm 22 years old, born and raised in London-the very ordinary and un-magical kind.

My days are filled with design deadlines, overpriced coffee, and the kind of loneliness that clings even when you're surrounded by people.

I work a soul-sucking internship at a London design firm and spend most of my nights either curled up with fantasy novels or battling insomnia.

I don't believe in monsters. Not really.

Though... I used to.

When I was a little girl, my grandmother would tell me stories. Not the sweet kind with princesses and fairy godmothers. Hers were darker. Warnings disguised as fables.

Her voice would drop to a whisper, and she'd say, "Stay away from the forests, Evelyn. Beware the ones they call the Forbidden."

She said they weren't like us. That they wore human skin, but inside... they were beasts. Wild, dangerous and cursed.

Wolves in plain sight.

I outgrew those stories, of course. Or maybe I just stopped letting myself believe in them.

Until I met him.

~

It started at the amusement park on the edge of Southbank, glittering with laughter and sticky hands and neon lights.

My best friend Claire had dragged me out, claiming I needed to "reconnect with life" or some dramatic nonsense like that. She ran off moments after we got there, lured away by hot chocolate and a suspiciously handsome street magicians.

Which left me alone, standing near the carousel like some half-sketched extra in someone else's story.

That's when I saw him.

He stood under a string of golden lights like they belonged to him. Tall. Composed. Wrapped in a black coat that moved just slightly with the breeze.

He didn't look around. Didn't smile at the children. He did not flinch at the sudden blast of pop music from the speakers nearby.

He looked like stillness personified. Stillness with sharp cheekbones and a gaze that burned, he was looking directly at me.

I should've looked away but I didn't.

He crossed the distance between us with a kind of grace that didn't make sense-too fluid, too quiet. Like he didn't walk so much as glide.

"Popcorn?" he asked when he stopped in front of me.

I blinked. "What?"

He motioned toward the paper bag clutched in my hand. "You're holding it like you might use it as a shield."

I glanced down, surprised. "Comfort food."

"For?" he asked

"Life," I said flatly.

He smiled. Just slightly. "And how's that going for you?"

"Let's just say the popcorn's the highlight of my week."

"I'm Bryson," he said.

I hesitated then replied. "Evelyn."

"Oh, Evelyn, nice to meet you" He said my name like it meant something. Like he'd heard it before in a dream he couldn't quite remember.

"Same here" I replied

We started walking together without ever really deciding to. He asked me about myself-small questions with surprisingly weighty answers.

I told him about my internship, my late nights, my habit of reading tragic love stories like they were survival manuals. I admitted I hated crowded places but loved watching them.

He listened like no one ever had before. Not just nodding, but really listening. Like every word out of my mouth was another puzzle piece he was determined to fit together.

He never once looked at his phone. Not once.

"What about you?" I asked as we passed the funhouse, the mirrors flickering with distorted reflections. "Why are you here tonight?"

"I'm observing," he said.

"Observing..., what are you observing?" I asked surprised

"Humans." he replied sharply

I let out a short laugh. "That's not weird at all."

He smirked. "I didn't say I was normal."

"No. You definitely didn't."

He glanced at me then asked. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I answered

"Have you ever heard of the Forbidden?" he asked further

My body stiffened.

The wind curled around us like it heard the word too.