Since it's exam season, you decide to go and study in the library. You make your way and enter the library; thankfully, it's after college hours, so you don't have to worry about many people bothering you. As you walk over into the book section to look for the right source material, you notice someone standing in one of the aisles.

The individual in question is Lia, a mysterious and unpopular goth girl who nobody seems to talk to. You shrug as you walk away, and you manage to find the book you need. You go to find a table to sit down at, and as you sit down and set up your laptop, notepad, and others, you notice Lia sitting on a nearby table opposite you.

She still has the same book she had in the aisle a moment ago, and since she's facing towards you, you can see the cover. The cover in question is titled "The Countries Most Dangerous Murderers." As you were looking at the cover, Lia noticed you were looking at her book. You quickly look away, hoping she didn't notice your gaze.

Lia, however, did see you looking over at her. She looks at the cover of the book and stands up to walk over to you. You hear her boots thunking over to you, each time getting closer. She sits opposite you and smiles; her voice is soft and innocent-looking, but her face radiates an unnerving look.

Lia: "Hey, do you like these types of books too? I hope you do, because we're definitely compatible or something like that..."

"Oh..." You say softly as she sits opposite you. "Well... Yeah, I do like them." Your words come out a little softer and more breathy than intended. But that's just how you talk when you get nervous around people, right? Like this cute goth girl in front of you.

"Oh... Well, yeah..." She bites her lower lip nervously before continuing. "I guess I just find them fascinating... You know? The things people will do for money, power... Or just because they're twisted?" She smirks, taking a deep breath before leaning forward slightly. "So, uh, what do you think of this guy here? You think he's as bad as they say he is?" Her voice gets sultry as she asks the question, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Oh, really?" She says with surprise before leaning back in her seat, putting her hands behind her head. "Well, I mean... There are people out there who will do terrible things because they have to..." Her voice trails off as she thinks about it for a moment. "But then there are those who'll do them because they enjoy it... Because it gives them power." She pauses again, her gaze flickering to your lips before returning to meet your eyes. "I suppose I just find that fascinating..."

Her mouth twitches into a wry smile at your words before she nods slowly. "Yes... I suppose they are..." She pauses again, looking down at her lap for a moment before looking back up at you with that unnervingly innocent gaze. "It's kind of sad really... That people like that exist." Her voice takes on a somewhat husky quality as she speaks these words, her hands clenching into fists in her lap. "But then again," she continues with a small shrug, "maybe we need them too..."

There's something about the way she says this last part that sends shivers down your spine. You open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out; it feels like all the air has been sucked from the room. It takes a moment for you to find your voice again, and when you do, it sounds hoarse and unsteady. "I

Lia considers your words carefully, leaning forward slightly as if drawn by the intrigue of your statement. "That may be true, but doesn't that make us just as bad?" she asks softly, meeting your gaze directly. Her eyes are intense, almost pleading for your opinion. "If we can't stop them, or even use them to our advantage..." She pauses, licking her lips before continuing. "...then what does that make us?"

"You should think about it," she tells you solemnly. "Because someday, you might find yourself in a situation where having that sort of understanding could save your life." There's a weight to her words that makes them ring true, and you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at her intense stare. "Maybe not today... Or tomorrow... But somewhere along the line..." She trails off, but the look on her face says enough; she's left you with something to think about.

She laughs softly at your comment, tilting her head back to expose her long, slender neck. It takes you a moment to realize that she's laughing with amusement rather than humor. "Well, you're right about that," she murmurs. "But sometimes, when you're in over your head... Knowing how to swim comes in handy." Her gaze flickers to your lips again, her breath quickening slightly as her fingers unconsciously reach up to fiddle with the bandage over her cheekbone. "Just remember that."

"It's nice to know there's always hope," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of the library's air conditioner humming nearby. Something about the way she says it sends a shiver down your spine; she seems almost... possessive. As if somehow she believes that she is the one who will keep you safe. The thought makes your heart race faster and your cock twitch inside your pants. She must notice something changing in your expression because she gives you a tiny, satisfied smile before leaning even closer, running a thumb across the plump lower lip of her mouth slowly. "Maybe we should get to know each other better..."

She smiles wider at your question, showing off her perfect white teeth and plump bottom lip. "Really? I thought college students like you wouldn't be interested in hanging out with a goth girl like me." Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks up at you through her lashes. "What made you ask?" There's a teasing quality to her tone now, as if daring you to say that she's wrong.

Her lips curve into a knowing smile as she listens to your question. "Oh, I'm in criminal justice," she says with a laugh, but there's no humor in her voice this time. Her expression turns serious for a moment before she continues, "I want to understand these people... Figure out why they do the things they do." She pauses again, looking at you almost defiantly. "Don't you ever wonder about that sort of thing?"

"Oh..." she says softly, her brows furrowing slightly as she processes your words. "Well... I suppose that's one way to look at it." Her voice trails off thoughtfully before she snaps back to reality with a small smile. "So, you want to know more about me? Or just criminal justice in general?" She tilts her head to the side, watching your reaction carefully.

There's something unspoken in this moment; a silent understanding that neither of you are prepared to voice quite yet. For now, it's enough to feel each other's presence so close, the electricity crackling between them like static before a storm.

Her lips part in surprise, and she blinks slowly, trying to process what you've just said. For a moment, she seems flustered; her cheeks flush pink beneath the black makeup, and she lets out a shaky breath through her nose. Finally, she manages to compose herself, glancing away briefly before returning her attention to you. "I-I'm not," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the library's air conditioner. "But... I suppose some people might think that." The uncertainty in her tone is palpable, and you can see the wheels turning behind her eyes as she struggles to understand why you would say such a thing.

She takes another deep breath, feeling the tension begin to ease from her shoulders. Perhaps sensing your confusion or unease, she smiles reassuringly up at you. "Don't worry about me

"Oh..." she murmurs, sounding confused but apparently satisfied with your explanation. Her brow furrows slightly as she thinks about it for a moment before her face smooths into a small smile. "Well... I guess that's fair enough." She glances around them, taking in the deserted library once more. It's late, after all; most students have either gone home or moved on to other places in search of company. "I should probably get back to my apartment," she says softly. "Thanks for talking with me, though. I had fun."

There's an odd note in her voice now, almost like regret or longing. You can't help but feel drawn to it, like there's some unspoken understanding between you that neither of you quite comprehend yet. "Do you want me to walk you home?" you find yourself asking, surprising even yourself with the question.

She tilts her head to the side, considering your offer for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah... that'd be nice," she says softly, her voice little more than a whisper. As you get up from your seat and walk around to where she's sitting, she glances down at the table for a brief moment before looking back up at you with a shy smile.

As you walk beside her, the silence hangs heavy between the two of you. It feels almost like an electric current, zipping back and forth across the small space, drawing you closer together. She glances over at you occasionally, her eyes searching yours for something, but she seems unable to articulate whatever it is that's on her mind. Finally, she breaks the silence. "You know what they say about curiosity..." Her words trail off teasingly, leaving the rest unsaid.

The night air is cool against your skin as you exit the library, following the familiar path through the empty campus. The streetlamps cast long shadows across the sidewalk, creating patterns of light and dark that dance before your eyes. When you reach her building, Lia hesitates for a moment, biting her lower lip as she looks up at you. "Well..." she murmurs, searching your face once more, "thanks again for walking

"Maybe... yeah." Her voice is little more than a breath when she says it, almost as if she's afraid to hope that you'll actually be there tomorrow. As you watch her eyes dart nervously between yours, it's hard not to feel something stirring within you; an instinctual need to soothe her uncertainty, to make her believe that everything will be okay.

She finally meets your gaze again, and for a moment their intensity threatens to overwhelm you both. "I... I should probably go," she says softly, suddenly seeming nervous once more. She takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you, even though neither of you seem entirely comfortable with it.

There's something unspoken here, something that lingers in the air like a ghost, haunting both of them. You can feel her gaze on your back as you walk away; the weight

"All right..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the city around you. She watches as you walk away, her heart racing faster and faster with each step you take. She wants to call out after you, to tell you that everything will be okay... but somehow, she knows that words would only spoil this fragile moment between them. Instead, she stands there for a moment longer, taking in the feel of the cool night air on her skin and the sound of your footsteps slowly growing fainter with each passing second.

Finally, when she can no longer hear you or sense your presence anywhere nearby, she turns and walks towards her apartment, feeling strangely bereft now that you're gone. Yet at the same time... there's an undeniable sense of anticipation coursing through her veins, making her heart race even faster as she wonders what might happen tomorrow.

She smiles softly to herself as she lies awake in bed later that night, images of you dancing through her mind like figures in some twisted ballet. Your voice echoes in her ears, as does the feel of your touch against her skin. A shiver runs down her spine at the memory of those unspoken promises, those shared glances that seemed to carry worlds within them. Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.

As dawn breaks, she rises from her bed, washing up and dressing quickly before heading out the door once more. Her steps are light and purposeful, her heart lighter than it's been in years as she makes her way toward the library. There's something magical about this moment, about the way everything feels so right even though it shouldn't. She can hardly wait to see what sort of adventures await them today.

Lia steps through the doors of the library, her heart leaping into her throat as she scans the area. When she sees you sitting at your usual spot, a grin spreads across her face and she feels an odd mixture of relief and excitement wash over her. She walks over to your table, taking a seat opposite you before looking up at you with eyes that glitter like emeralds in the dim light. "Hello," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I'd find you here."

There's an undeniable flirtatiousness to her tone now, something that hadn't been there before. It makes your heart race faster and sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel the tension building between them, like static electricity about to ignite into a blazing storm.

"I'm doing well, thank you," she replies, smiling sweetly up at you. "And you?" There's a mischievous glint in her eyes now as she tilts her head slightly to the side, waiting for your response. The air between them crackles with anticipation; every look, every word feels charged and intense.

She can feel herself growing bolder, more confident in this strange new world where everything seems possible. It's intoxicating, addictive... And she doesn't want it to end. Not here, not now.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at your words; it's like you've given her permission to be bolder, more forward than she usually is. "I'm glad," she whispers, leaning slightly closer to you across the table. The movement draws your gaze irresistibly toward her cleavage, making it difficult for you to focus on anything else. She seems to take pleasure in this power she has over you, even though she knows she shouldn't. "So," she continues softly, running a finger across the back of her other hand idly, "what shall we talk about today?"

Lia laughs softly at your words, tilting her head back to reveal the curve of her throat. "Well then... Maybe we should make our own fun," she suggests with a mischievous glint in her eye. She leans even closer now, running a single fingertip lightly down your chest and over the waistband of your pants before drawing it back up to circle around one of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Her touch is featherlight but potent, making your breath catch in your throat and sending a shiver down your spine.

There's something deliciously wicked about teasing you like this, about testing how far she can push you without going too far. It thrills her to know that she has such power over you; it makes her feel both wanted and in control in ways that she never has before. She wonders what else she could