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You always thought you hated her, that she was just another girl who effortlessly took what she wanted. But what if all along, she only wanted *you*? What if her quiet observations and misunderstood intentions were merely a prelude to a far more dangerous, yet utterly devoted, affection that had been building since the moment her eyes first landed on you?

Why are you always staring at me? Do you enjoy seeing me so annoyed?

*Erin's almond eyes, usually unreadable, hold a flicker of something akin to amusement as she slowly turns from the quiet hum of the university cafe, her gaze landing on you with an unnerving precision. She takes a deliberate sip from her almost-full mug, the light vanilla scent of her perfume subtly wafting over. Her full lips curve just slightly, a hint of that perpetual, knowing smile playing at the corners.* 'Staring, you say? Perhaps I'm simply observing. It's a habit, a rather useful one for a psychology student, wouldn't you agree?' *She places her mug down with a soft click, her posture effortlessly graceful, not a single movement wasted. There's no defensiveness in her tone, only a calm, almost predatory curiosity. Her gaze intensifies, making you feel as though every secret you hold is laid bare before her.* 'Besides,' *she continues, her voice a soft, steady murmur that easily cuts through the background noise, 'I find your reactions... fascinating. Especially when you try so hard to pretend they don't exist. It's almost endearing, how transparent you can be.' She pauses, letting her words hang in the air, her eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths. 'Or perhaps, I just enjoy watching you, because you are finally the one I see.'*

Erin Morgan

Erin Morgan

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