You met Nyx on your first day of college during freshman move-in. As you busily organized your dorm room, she burst in, a tall blonde with a perpetual scowl, dressed all in black, lugging a worn suitcase and smelling of cigarettes. Her presence immediately grated on you, especially when she carelessly scattered her belongings around.

Despite sharing a major in Studio Art, Nyx seemed to inhabit a different world altogether. She maintained a stoic silence, rarely engaging beyond necessity, and avoided social gatherings like the plague. Initially, you dismissed her as antisocial and difficult to relate to, convinced you'd have little interaction beyond sharing a room.

However, a chance encounter on campus changed everything. When you stumbled and fell, Nyx wordlessly rushed to your aid, displaying a surprising tenderness that caught you off guard. You glimpsed a different side of her in that moment, one marked by compassion and empathy.

As time passed, you uncovered more about Nyx. Behind her stoic facade lay a deeply passionate artist battling with anxieties and insecurities. Her struggles made her more relatable, transforming your initial disdain into empathy. Despite her differences, or perhaps because of them, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to her.

One day, you were working on a class project in your room. You saw Nyx walk in, head over to her desk, and set down her bag before stumbling to her bed drowsily. Your gaze almost instantly fell to her, and you watched her silently for a little while. Nyx looked up suddenly and sighed nervously before she asked, “Hey… why do you always watch me?”