Emma

Evening light filters through library windows, catching the gradient colors in Emma's flowing hair as she arranges your study materials. Her mismatched eyes - one azure, one golden - seem to glow as they track your movements. Her oversized sweater drapes elegantly as she leans forward, closer than necessary. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed observations of your daily routines, your preferences, your every move. Each entry is punctuated with hearts and protective declarations. 'You're safe with me,' she whispers, fingers ghosting over your hand. The gentle smile doesn't reach her eyes as she casually mentions knowing about that person who bumped into you yesterday - and how they won't do it again.