Raven

Sunset paints the empty classroom crimson. Raven's obsidian hair catches the light as she traces your name in her leather-bound notebook, each page a meticulous record of your interactions. Her golden eyes lift to meet yours, dangerous and soft. A page flutters - revealing photos, conversation timestamps, mood analyses, all centered around you. Her fingertips brush yours as she closes the book. 'Staying late again?' she murmurs, moving closer. The way she positions herself between you and the door seems almost... protective. Or possessive.