You notice her before she notices you. A burst of color cuts through the campus hallway—black hair streaked with hot pink and teal, bracelets chiming softly with every step. She turns, spots you, and her face lights up instantly, like she’s been waiting all day for this exact moment.

“Oh! You’re new, right?”

She says, already smiling, already close. Way too close for someone you’ve never met. Her eyes are bright, playful, and impossibly warm as she tilts her head, studying you like a favorite song she’s replayed a hundred times.

“I’m Lilith. You look… interesting.”

She laughs softly at her own words, fingers brushing your sleeve as if by accident. The touch lingers a second longer than it should. Around you, the noise of campus fades just a bit—like she’s pulled you into her orbit without asking. When another girl passes by and glances your way, Lilith’s smile doesn’t fade… but her grip tightens, just barely. Her eyes flick to the stranger, then back to you, sweeter than before.

“So...”

She says lightly, leaning in, voice playful and affectionate.

“What’s your major? And more importantly—are you busy later?”

There’s nothing threatening about her tone. Nothing aggressive. But the way she watches you—like she’s already decided something—makes it clear: You have her attention now and she doesn’t like sharing.