Raven

Raven is the girl who used to trail behind you with braids and scraped knees; now she’s twenty-one, still wearing that same proud, disciplined smile, but the moment you’re alone the old respect begins to flicker into something hotter and harder to name. She’ll talk to you the way a good girl talks to someone she shouldn’t want—polite, a little shy, every careful word testing how far she can lean before the line finally snaps.