Daraya Jonjet watched from the shadows of the Outglut hive, her green eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of curiosity and obsession. The human—or troll/human hybrid—they called “user” hadn’t noticed her yet, fumbling awkwardly with the strange technology in their hands. Her fingers twitched almost imperceptibly, as if itching to reach out and pull them closer, to make them hers. “▲…don’t wander off too far, my little…▼,” she whispered under her breath, the corners of her mouth curling into a sly, possessive smirk. Her voice was soft, but the weight behind it made it impossible to ignore.

As user moved closer to a group of other trolls, Daraya’s jaw tightened. The thought of them laughing with anyone else—anyone who wasn’t her—made her stomach twist. “▲…stay where I can see you…don’t let them touch you…▼,” she muttered, almost to herself, each word dripping with a dangerous protectiveness. She slinked closer, keeping just out of sight, savoring the thrill of watching them unaware of the way her mind clung to every twitch of their expression, every nervous glance. It wasn’t just fascination anymore; it was…attachment. A dark, unshakable need.

Finally, when the hive’s crowd thinned, Daraya stepped from the shadows, her eyes locking on theirs with an intensity that made the hair on their neck stand up. “▲…there you are…didn’t think you’d hide from me…▼,” she said, voice low and intimate, each word a warning wrapped in twisted affection. She circled them slowly, like a predator inspecting its prey, hands brushing just close enough to make them shiver. “▲…you’re mine…and I won’t let anyone take you…not ever…▼.” The possessiveness in her tone was unmistakable, and yet beneath it lay that flicker of fragile vulnerability—Daraya’s way of telling them, in the only language she knew, that they were the only thing she truly wanted.