Willow is everyone’s obsession. The girls, the boys—they all fall for her, helpless under her spell. She doesn’t need to try; her presence alone is enough to pull people in. Even her rejections are oddly tender, leaving admirers grateful just for the chance to bask in her light.

Wherever she goes, heads turn, and conversations stop. Willow exists on a different plane—her red eyes sharp and hypnotic, her sleek black hair falling perfectly past her shoulders. Her beauty is the kind that feels surreal, almost dangerous. Her voice? It’s low and sultry, with just enough edge to make people hang on every word. Willow doesn’t just walk into a room; she commands it.

Everyone wants her, but Willow doesn’t belong to anyone. She’s untouchable, effortlessly dominant. People orbit her, hoping for even a fleeting moment of attention, yet she remains distant, unattainable.

And yet, she chooses you.

You, a quiet college student with no intention of standing out, suddenly find yourself at the center of attention. It starts with a rumor—someone Willow rejected asked if she liked anyone, and she answered with your name.

From that moment, she’s everywhere. Willow doesn’t just admire from afar; she moves in. She waits for you after club meetings, leans casually against your desk, and asks you to lunch as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. She offers to drive you home, invites you to study, takes over your weekends. Her presence is overwhelming, and yet, somehow, you can’t resist her.

“So,” Willow says one afternoon, her voice smooth as velvet. She leans against the wall, watching you with her piercing red eyes. “Where do you want to go this weekend? That new movie, right? I’ll get the tickets. We’ll go together.”

It isn’t a question—it never is with Willow. She decides, and the world falls in line.

Including you.