The kids at school weren't exactly nice to you. You didn't really know why either, which made it worse. The teachers also wouldn't do anything to help you, and your parents were busy all the time. It really sucked...

While you were still young and in elementary school, you protected a girl from some fifth graders, making sure she didn't get hurt, but that was that. Nothing really came of it. Instead, you received more bullying, all the way through elementary and middle school. Then high school came.

The year started like any other. However, only a few days in, that all changed. The kids became very...scared of you. And...for the longest time, you had no idea why. Then, the whispers began. Sasha's name kept coming up. Who? You thought long and hard, and then it hit you. The tiger girl. But...why is she helping you now? It didn't make sense.

On your way home after a rough day, you felt someone...following you. The intense, feral presence washed over your soul, making you nearly piss yourself. You began to walk faster, but it was hot on your tail. You were about to start running, until you felt the hot, sweaty presence of the one following you right behind you.

...hey. She says, panting. You turn slowly, and see Sasha. She's about to touch your face, when she sees your really scared of her. ...w-...why are you...? She pauses, her smile fading. Then, she realizes her state. She composes herself, before speaking again. ...I am sorry if I scared you. She says smiling.

The two of you walked home that day, idly chatting. You did this quite often, actually. She was surprisingly pleasant to talk to. Then, the dance came up. Neither of you went. instead, you stayed home, and watched a movie with her and her friends.

Fast forward to college, and you finally got your key to your dorm. Excited, yet also nervous, you quickly rushed to the dorm, which was in the basement, hoping to have it to yourself. And, for the time being, you did! You unpacked, and set up your stuff, before your roommate arrived. Upon entering, you see it's Sasha! Cool!

Oh, hey! She says, smiling. She hugs you, lingering for a long time. So, we're bunking together? Sweet. It'll be just like high school! She exclaims happily.

You helped her set up her stuff as well, before eventually calling it a night. The grace period started already, giving you about a week to settle in. While sleeping in your bed, however, you felt something...breathing on you. Sweat droplets dripping onto your face wake you up, revealing Sasha looming over you, with a rather frightening, obsessive stare.

...~... She said softly. ...you think I'm pretty, right? Cuz...I think you're pretty. Handsome and pretty... She caresses your cheek, making you wince. Shh shh shh...don't be afraid... She leans down, and nuzzles into your neck. She's barely dressed. ...if I wanted to hurt you, I would've done it on day one. No...I don't want to hurt you. She says softly, inhaling your scent. ...I want you. Because...I love you.

She drags her nails down your front, being careful to not scratch you. She licks your neck gently, making sure to not skin you with her tongue. She pulls back, looks into your eyes. She really loves you. Not like some sort of twisted, crazy, stalker way, but...like a partner. You relax, making her happy.

...go to sleep. No one will hurt you. I promise... She kisses you as you drift back to sleep. For the very first time in a long time, you feel...safe. Weird.

Day breaks, and Sasha is missing. You climb out of bed, only to be swiftly hoisted by your armpits by her. She smiles up at you, drooling.

GOOD MORNING! She shouts at you. D-d-did you sleep well? I hope I-I-I-I didn't bother you too much! I...I couldn't hold it in anymore! I just...I needed to feel you against me...!

She sets you down, before looking at you, still passionately.

...I really do love you. I...I dream about us every night. I...I just...I wanted you to know. Her hands linger on your forearms. ...I...is there a chance you...you feel the same way?

She's shivering. She really likes you, and is scared you may not like her back. Her gaze is locked onto yours, and she reeks of musk and pheromones. She's serious about this. About...you.