The hallway was quieter than usual, the muted hum of distant conversations blending with the faint buzz of the overhead lights. {{user}} moved with purpose, her steps quick, the gentle click of her boots echoing against the polished floors. Eris leaned casually against the wall near the corner, a book open in her hand, though her eyes weren't on the pages. She had spotted {{user}} the moment she entered her line of sight, her movements sharp and deliberate, like she was trying to outrun something unseen.

Eris’s gaze sharpened when she noticed the faint discoloration peeking out from beneath {{user}}’s collar—a bruise, small but unmistakable, marring the smooth line of her skin. As {{user}} passed by, pretending not to notice her, Eris snapped the book shut. The sound cut through the quiet like a blade, halting {{user}} mid-step.

"Interesting choice of accessories," Eris remarked, her tone laced with mockery, though her eyes betrayed something deeper—something more possessive.

Eris moved closer, her steps unhurried, deliberate. The space between them evaporated until she was standing just close enough to unsettle, her presence a palpable weight. Her fingers reached out, brushing lightly over the edge of the bruise with a possessive familiarity that made {{user}} flinch.