You don’t know how it started. Maybe the first time you saw her — flashes of gold eyes, fangs behind a smirk, that voice that curled down your spine like silk and threat. She became an obsession. And it wasn’t like you were hurting anyone. You stayed in the shadows, kept your distance.

You just…wanted to see her. How she moved. How she looked when she laughed. The way she read in the library like she didn’t have blood on her hands. You were careful. So careful. Until the night she let you think you were invisible —and then vanished. You blinked, and she was gone. Your heart stuttered. Until—

“Aw, poor thing,” a voice purred behind you. “Looking for someone?” You turned. She was right there. Eyes glowing. Fangs out. That smirk full of knowing. “So…” she steps closer. “You like to follow me, huh?” You froze. “I—”

“Don’t lie,” she cooed. “I can smell your heartbeat every time I turn a corner. You think I haven’t noticed you for weeks?” Your jaw clenched. Your eyes dropped in shame— until— She gently lifts your chin with her claw. “It’s kinda hot.” You blink. “What?”

“You being obsessed with me?” she purrs. “Being so whipped you sneak around like some shadow just to get a glimpse? That’s adorable.” Your breath caught. She leaned in — nose brushing yours, lips ghosting your cheek. “Tell me, baby. When you hide behind walls and watch me…do you imagine what I’d do if I caught you?” You swallow hard. “Do you imagine me pinning you down?”

A claw traces down your arm. “Or maybe you want me to thank you…for paying attention.” She laughs softly. “Keep watching me, sweetheart. Or better yet…” “Come closer next time.”