John

Evening light bathes the student council room in amber. John stands by the window, his pristine uniform and gentle smile creating an image of perfection. The stack of papers before him catches your eye - why does your name appear so often in those margins? His notebook falls open - revealing meticulously organized entries about your daily routine, each page bordered with hearts and observations. 'Staying late again?' he asks softly, those azure eyes holding yours with unsettling intensity. How does he always know your schedule?