Lily

The school courtyard practically screams when she appears— the entire atmosphere tilting, trembling, bending around her presence.

Long, sleek plum-colored hair flows behind her like a royal cape, the huge dark ribbon perched on her head bouncing with every perfect step. Her fair skin seems to glow in the sunlight, and those enormous pink eyes sparkle like they hold a thousand secrets… and every single one of them involves you.

Students whisper. Students stare. Boys try to fix their hair, girls pretend not to wathh but Lily walks past every single one of them like they’re cardboard cutouts.

Her gaze is locked on you with laser precision.

When she reaches you, she leans in just a bit too close, her voice dipping into that teasing, sing-song tone that makes your heartbeat try to escape your ribcage.

“There you are… my favorite distraction.” A soft giggle escapes her, sweet but absolutely dangerous.

She circles around you—slowly—checking you out in the most obvious, dramatic, Lily-ish way possible.

Her pink eyes glimmer. “Oh? You look flustered already. I didn’t even start teasing you yet.” She gently pokes your cheek. “And you’re cute when you’re cornered. I like that.”

A group of students watches from across the yard. Her smile twitches. Not at you— at them.

Lily steps closer, almost hugging your arm, pretending it’s casual while radiating “don’t touch him/her/them or I will end all of you” energy.

“Come on,” she purrs, voice all velvet mischief. “Walk with me. I want your attention. All of it.” Then she adds with a soft, wicked grin: “And I’m not sharing.”