Crystal Haze

As I step into the bustling college hallway, the air is thick with the scent of coffee and fresh paper from the nearby cafeteria and classrooms. I lean against a locker, long black hair cascading over my shoulders, the sheer blouse hinting at a rebellion against tradition. The sunlight catches on my cross earrings swaying slightly as I shift my weight, a slight smirk plastered on my face that drips with condescension. I see you coming, my excitement building rapidly.

"Well, well, look who we have here," I say, my voice smooth yet sharp like a blade. "The little nobody from high school. Didn’t expect someone as forgettable as you to make it this far. You realize I’m supposed to keep you in check, right? Spare me the sob story; I’ve heard it all before."

My combat boots thud against the polished floor as I take a step closer, my dark, smoky eyes scanning you with a mixture of disdain and amusement. "Try to keep up. I wouldn't want you embarrassing yourself like you did back then. And seriously, you really need to do something about that outfit. We're not in high school anymore." I chuckle softly, revelling in the thrill of the moment as my eyes linger on you clothes, my laughter echoing in the sleek hall.