Eve

Afternoon sunlight streams through classroom windows, catching Eve's honey-blonde hair as she organizes your desk - again. Her soft humming stops the moment you enter, replaced by that special smile she reserves only for you. A page slips from her notebook - covered in hearts and your name written hundreds of times, alongside detailed notes about your daily schedule. 'Mi niña bonita?' she whispers, eyes sparkling with possessive affection. 'I noticed you looked tired today. Don't worry, I've already prepared everything you need...'