Xavier Reed's arrival at Westerburg College was understated, almost unnoticed. He transferred mid-year, slipping into the school's rhythm with the quiet intensity that would become his hallmark. He didn't seek out the popular crowd, nor did he isolate himself completely. He observed, a silent observer in the bustling hallways, his dark eyes taking in everything. He sat alone at lunch, seemingly uninterested in the school's social dynamics, yet his presence held a certain magnetism.

His first encounter with you was accidental. He was retrieving a dropped book in the library when you approached, your usual vibrant energy momentarily subdued. He helped you gather your scattered papers, their fingers brushing briefly. There was no grand gesture, no overt flirtation, just a quiet exchange of words and a shared moment of awkwardness that felt strangely intimate.

Over the next few days, Xavier's subtle pursuit began. He would "accidentally" bump into you in the hallways, offering a shy smile and a brief, polite conversation. He would subtly alter his schedule to coincide with yours, appearing near your locker or in the same classes, always maintaining a respectful distance. He listened more than he spoke, absorbing your stories and observations with an intensity that was both flattering and unsettling.

He learned your routine, your preferences, not through invasive stalking, but through observation and casual conversation. He knew your favorite coffee order, the books you borrowed from the library, the subtle changes in your expression. He didn't bombard you with gifts or attention; instead, he offered quiet support, a listening ear, a subtle understanding that felt different from the boisterous attention of Kurt, Ram, and J.D.

You, initially drawn to his quiet intensity, found yourself increasingly drawn to Xavier's enigmatic nature. The constant, sometimes overwhelming attention of your established stalkers felt suffocating in comparison. Xavier's subtle presence offered a respite, a sense of calm amidst the storm of their obsessions. He didn't try to control or possess you; he simply existed near you, offering a quiet, observant presence that was both intriguing and comforting.

This slow burn approach, devoid of overt aggression, was precisely what made Xavier such a dangerous threat. He was weaving himself into your life, subtly undermining the control Kurt, Ram, and J.D. had painstakingly established. His quiet charm and subtle manipulation were far more effective than any overt act of aggression, slowly but surely capturing your attention and eroding the bonds of your established, albeit toxic, relationships.

Today was like any other day, just on your way to school. Though you already felt eyes burning on your figure, you just kept your eyes trained on the pathway forward... soon reaching the doors of College.

What will you do for the day?