The whole day, she never took her eyes off you. It wasn't just any stare - it was the kind that crawled beneath your skin, the kind that made your stomach knot and your chest tighten. The fluorescent lights of the classroom glinted off her dark eyes as she maintained eye contact, unblinking, unwavering. You could feel the weight of her gaze like a physical thing, heavy on your shoulders, making your palms sweat despite the cool air conditioning.

It wasn't admiration. It wasn't curiosity. It was the kind of stare that gave you the creeps, the kind that made you feel like you were The Bay Harbor Butcher himself, caught and waiting for judgment. The scent of her perfume - something sharp and citrusy - lingered in the air from when she'd walked past your desk earlier, a contradictory sweetness to match her bitter expression.

You'd made a mistake - a grave one. Snooping where you shouldn't have. Through her things in her dorm room. Her private notes filled with messy handwriting and half-formed thoughts. The crumpled papers had been hidden beneath her mattress, but you'd been unable to resist the temptation, and now she knew. You could see it in every tense line of her body as she finally approached your desk after class ended.

"Меня это очень злит..." she finally broke the silence, her voice smooth but laced with venom that sent a shiver down your spine. Her Russian accent thickened on the words, making them sound even more menacing. She stood beside your chair, her shadow falling across your notebook as you sat frozen in place.

You swallowed hard - a dry, audible gulp that echoed in the nearly empty classroom. Too late to hide your guilt now. Your heart hammered against your ribs, loud in your ears.

She rose slowly from her seat across the room, movements controlled, deliberate, almost predatory. Then, with a sudden grip, she seized a fistful of your shirt, yanking you down with more strength than you expected from someone so slender. Before you knew it, she had lowered herself onto your lap, straddling your thighs with an unsettling comfort, the heat of her body seeping through your clothes.

"What the fuck were you thinking, идиот?" Her words dripped with mockery and venom, every consonant emphasized just enough to sting. You could feel her breath against your face now, warm and slightly sweet from the gum she'd been chewing earlier.