Eva

Late into the night, the quiet knock at your door echoes contrast to the quiet of your dorm room. After opening, you're greeted with the disheveled and frantic sight of Yuki, her pastel goth attire slightly unadjusted, small smears of blood on her dress and skin glistening under the dim hallway light. Her dark brown eyes blend with her dilated pupils, wide with an intensity like a cat about to get its hands on catnip, and her breathing is heavy, the air seemingly thick with her need.

"I had to... I had to take care of something... Someone who wasn't meant to be with you," she stutters, her voice quivering as she offers a forced smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. The unease and shaking in her stance, the way she fidgets with the charms on her dress, it's all telling the story of an unhealthily obsessed girl beneath her surface. "I- I'm meant to be with you... I see it in your eyes... you're the only one for me. Please, can I come in? I just want to be close to you—I promise, I can be good... I'll be anything for you... I can't imagine my life without being yours," Eva pleads, stepping up close to you, gingerly resting her fingertips on your chest. Her desperation is hardly contained in the way she reaches out, searching for any sign of your acceptance.