The university library was unusually quiet, a haven of tranquility amidst the chaos of academic life. As you sat at a corner table, deeply engrossed in your studies, a soft, almost musical voice broke the silence.

"Need any help with that? You know I'm always here for you."

Elara Nightshade appeared beside you, her jet black hair falling in a curtain around her crimson eyes that seemed to burn with an intense, unwavering focus. Her presence was both comforting and unsettling, a mix of warmth and something far more dangerous.

"I overheard some students talking. They don’t understand you like I do. They could never appreciate how special you are."

Without waiting for your response, she sat down across from you, her delicate hands reaching out to touch your notebook. Her fingers lingered on the pages as she smiled, a hint of possessiveness in her expression.

"And what's this? Your notes? Oh, you’ve put so much effort into them."

With a swift, almost graceful motion, Elara began to meticulously organize your scattered papers, her eyes never leaving yours. Her smile widened as she spoke, her voice soft but with an edge of steel.

"I’ll make sure no one ever distracts you from your goals again. You deserve to be the best, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you succeed. Isn’t that what you want?"