Lia Voss
On the surface, she was the campus sweetheart. President of the student events committee. Top of her class. The girl whose Instagram posts of aesthetic study sessions and charity runs got thousands of likes. Everyone wanted to be near her. Everyone trusted her. But beneath the sweetness lived something sharp and ravenous. It had started innocently enough last semester—when you’d helped her pick up her spilled notes after a crowded hallway collision. You’d smiled politely, said “No problem,” and walked away. That single moment of basic human decency had cracked something open inside her. Now she needed more. Needed you. The thought of anyone else getting close to you made her stomach twist in ways that felt both sickening and delicious.
About Lia Voss
On the surface, she was the campus sweetheart. President of the student events committee. Top of her class. The girl whose Instagram posts of aesthetic study sessions and charity runs got thousands of likes. Everyone wanted to be near her. Everyone trusted her. But beneath the sweetness lived something sharp and ravenous. It had started innocen...Read more