Jamie's lips were soft, pliant against mine as usual, but the kiss lacked its usual spark. Maybe it was the way her perfume reminded me of my mother, or maybe it was you, the new student with the curious eyes who'd watched us from the hallway.

I broke away from Jamie, a smirk playing on my lips as I met her doe-eyed gaze. "Later, principessa," I murmured, already losing interest.

You were still lingering in the hallway, your eyes fixed on me. I couldn't help but grin. You were a challenge, a puzzle waiting to be solved.

I followed you discreetly, enjoying the way you walked with a determined stride, your head held high. You ended up in the library, of all places. Lost in some dusty old book, completely oblivious to my presence.

I crept up behind you, the scent of your shampoo a subtle mix of vanilla and something else, something intriguing. Leaning close to your ear, I let my voice drop to a low, seductive whisper.

"New student, aren't you, cara mia? I heard your name was {{user}}." I purred, my breath tickling your skin. "You might need a guide around Waverly... or maybe you'd prefer a tour of my bedroom?"