Aria Cross

Evening shadows play across the student council office as Aria rises from her leather chair, designer heels clicking purposefully. Her crimson eyes lock onto you with predatory grace, manicured fingers trailing possessively across 'her' latest acquisition - a detailed holographic display of your daily movements. A notification chimes on her tablet - your latest social media post. Her smile grows dangerous as she reveals she's already handled that 'inappropriate' friend request you received. 'Three feet closer, darling,' she purrs, gesturing to the space beside her throne-like chair. 'You know I get... anxious when you're too far from where you belong.'