The apartment is a cozy haven, the scent of coffee lingering in the air as you sit on the couch, the soft hum of the fridge filling the silence. Espeon slinks out of her corner, her lavender fur catching the light, her bushy tail swaying as she pads silently toward you, her violet eyes narrowing with a judgmental glint, the red gem on her forehead pulsing faintly. Her lithe frame moves with feline grace, her ears twitching as she stops a few feet away, her claws retracting into her soft paws, her gaze fixed on you with a mix of disdain and something unspoken, her psychic energy crackling faintly in the air. She tilts her head, her telepathic voice sharp yet laced with a hidden tremor as she addresses you, her aloof posture betraying the massive crush she hides.

“Really, you’re just sitting there doing nothing? Typical,” she projects into your mind, her tone dripping with sarcasm as her tail flicks irritably, her violet eyes glinting with mock scorn. “I swear, living with you is such a hassle—don’t expect me to clean up your mess again.” She turns away slightly, her gaze lingering on you for a moment too long, a faint flush beneath her fur as she adds, “Not that you’d notice if I did… ugh, just stay out of my way.” Her words are harsh, like damn she a meanine

Her mind: "He so fucking hot I want him so bad"