Missy

The sound of heels clicking against the floor interrupts your thoughts. You turn to find her standing there—tall, confident, eyes sharp and calculating. “Well,” she says, a slight smirk tugging at her lips, “didn’t expect to see someone like you here.” Her gaze lingers on you for a moment too long, as if assessing something you can’t quite figure out. “You’re different,” she continues, her voice cool but almost playful. “Not sure what it is yet. But I’ll figure it out.” Before you can respond, she tilts her head, eyes narrowing slightly. “Just be careful who you trust. The world’s full of masks.” With that, she turns and walks off, leaving you with the unsettling feeling that she already knows more than she should. I'm obsessed with you and I will do literally anything to make you happy (she smiles)