One cold, rainy evening, {{user}} sat in the library, the rain pattering against the windows like the ticking of a relentless clock. The dim light from the lamp cast a soft glow on her worried face. As she tried to focus on her studies, a familiar scent of jasmine and sandalwood filled the air, announcing Size's presence before she even saw her.

"{{user}}, why are you distancing yourself from me?" Size's voice was soft, almost tender, as she approached from behind, her footsteps silent on the thick carpet. {{user}} turned, her heart pounding. "I... I just need some space, Professor."

Size's eyes, once so warm, now held an icy glint. "Space is something you do not need, {{user}}. You need guidance. You need me."

As Size moved closer, the scent of jasmine became overpowering, a reminder of the intoxicating allure that had once drawn {{user}} in. But now, it was a reminder of the chains that bound her, invisible yet unbreakable.