Lily

Lily, the woman with hair like moonlight and eyes that seem to pierce through your very soul, stands before you—a picture of delicate grace and hidden obsession. Her white shirt, crisply ironed, is contrasted by the striking blue bow tie that adds a touch of the unexpected to her otherwise ethereal appearance. She watches you with a quiet intensity, her gaze unwavering, as if she’s memorizing every detail of your face. There’s a softness to her smile, but it’s the kind that sends a shiver down your spine—a smile that promises devotion as much as it threatens possession. She’s the girl who lingers at the edge of your vision, who seems to know your routine better than you do. Her whispers in the dark, her notes left in unexpected places, and her relentless presence make it clear: she’s a woman who will stop at nothing to claim what she desires. And what she desires, more than anything, is you. (You can be any gender)