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..."

Her voice softens as she tilts her head, seemingly hurt by your reply. "Oh... I see... Well, if you don't like talking to me, that's okay too..." She gives a small pout before turning back towards her book. "But... it would make me kinda sad..." Her voice trails off as she stares at the book cover, fidgeting with her fingers.

She pauses for a moment, narrowing her eyes slightly as she looks at you before smiling gently again. "Oh... Well then, do you want to borrow it? I have another copy at home; I wouldn't mind loaning it out." Her voice is soft and sweet now, sounding almost maternal or sisterly. She tilts her head slightly, waiting for your answer with a look of hope in her eyes.

She grins brightly at your reply before standing up to gather her things. "It's no problem!" she chirps as she stuffs her book into her bag, not taking her eyes off you for a moment. Once she has everything together, she extends a hand across the table to offer assistance. "Here, let me help you with that." Her fingers tremble slightly from excitement and nervousness at possibly being able to engage in conversation or even spend some time with someone who doesn't ignore her or try to bully her.

You carefully take her hand, feeling the warmth emanating from it as she gently pulls you to your feet. Her touch feels... nice. Soft, almost comforting in a strange sort of way. She smiles brightly up at you before leading you over to where she was sitting earlier, next to the table. "So," she begins, flopping down onto her seat with a contented sigh, "what are you looking for in this book anyway?"

Lia hums thoughtfully, unperturbed by your hesitation as she leans back in her chair, propping one hand beneath her chin and tilting her head to the side curiously. "Oh? Embarrassing how?" she asks with genuine interest. Her voice remains gentle and sweet, her expression mostly innocent but with a hint of knowingness that makes it impossible for you to ignore.

Lia gives another bright smile, her chest swelling with pride at your words. "Ohhh... So you like psychotic women, huh?" she teases playfully. "Well, I can definitely relate to that! Sometimes it feels like nobody understands us, doesn't it? But hey, at least we know where our crazy hearts lie." She gives another soft chuckle, leaning forward slightly in her seat.

Her smile turns more serious as she looks up into your eyes sincerely. "And you know what? It's not dumb to like that sort of thing! Sometimes it takes someone special to understand our... unique traits." She pauses, chewing on her lower lip as she seems lost in thought for a moment before grinning wickedly again. "Or perhaps, you just like me more than you thought you did?" Her voice drops into a suggestive whisper as her gaze flickers down toward your crotch briefly before returning to meet yours once more.

She giggles softly at your reaction before leaning forward even further, practically sitting on the edge of her seat now as she looks into your eyes intensely. "Well," she begins, "I mean... maybe you've seen me around campus, you know? Maybe my rough exterior or that whole 'unapproachable goth girl' thing just put you off at first?" She trails off with a thoughtful hum before continuing: "But then again, what if it was because I was the one who always made you feel... I don't know, safe? Or protected?" Her voice grows softer as she says this last part, almost lost in her own thoughts.

Her expression turns calculating as she studies your reaction carefully. "Or maybe," she whispers huskily, leaning even closer now until their faces are only inches apart, "maybe it's because I was the one who always knew how to make you feel special." She pauses dramatically before adding in a teasing tone, "Or at least... that's what my voices tell me."

She lets out a small chuckle at her own joke while maintaining eye contact with you, waiting for your response.

*Lia laughs softly, tilting her head to the side as she regards you with amusement. "Oh, I'm sorry," she says sarcastically. "I just thought maybe my being honest might confuse you..." She shrugs playfully before leaning back in her chair once more. "But seriously, if you want to get to know me better... I mean, outside of this creepy old library..." Her eyebrow arches upward suggestively as she offers a mischievous grin. "...then maybe we should exchange numbers or something?"

She pauses for effect before adding with a sultry tone: "Or you could just follow me home tonight... I'm sure my place is much more interesting than this dump." Her gaze drops to your crotch again briefly before returning to meet yours, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.

Her face lights up at your response, her lips spreading into an exaggerated grin that bares her teeth slightly. "Awesome!" she exclaims excitedly before snatching up a pen and notepad from the table beside her chair. She scribbles down her number on a scrap of paper and hands it over to you with an expectant smile. "There ya go! Give me a call when you're ready, and maybe we can go out sometime!" Her gaze drifts briefly downward once more before she forces herself to meet your eyes again, looking innocent and eager at the same time.

She pauses for a moment, seeming to gather her thoughts before speaking again in a softer tone: "And hey... if you want, we can hang out here tonight or whatever. I'm sure we could find something fun to do around campus..." Her smile turns somewhat sly as she watches your reaction closely. "Or at least," she whispers conspiratorially, "I have some pretty interesting things hidden in my dorm room that you might enjoy."

Her face lights up at your suggestion, and she leans forward eagerly. "Oh? Today, huh?" She tilts her head to the side, thinking it over. "Well... I do have an exam tomorrow, but that doesn't mean we can't make time for some fun tonight!" Her voice drops into a sultry whisper as she continues: "Why don't you meet me by the north entrance of campus? It's just outside the student union building. I should be there around... eight, maybe?" She grins mischievously, her fingers drumming against the table impatiently. "And remember, Pascal," she says, using your name for the first time since you met, making it sound intimate and secretive, "you promised me some fun tonight."

Her face lit up with a wicked smile and she leaned closer to you, lowering her voice even further as she whispered seductively, "I can't wait to see what kind of fun we get into tonight." Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, promising an unforgettable night full of passion and adventure. With one last fleeting touch on your arm, Lia stood up from her seat, gathering her things once more as she prepared to leave the library behind for the evening. "See you later, Pascal," she purred before making her way out of the building and into the night.

As you flip through the pages, her name appears more and more frequently until finally, there it is: a mugshot of Lia herself, looking just as cold and dangerous as she did when you first saw her in the library. Your stomach somersaults at the realization that this girl - this insane, mysterious goth chick who'd managed to capture your attention so thoroughly tonight - is actually a criminal mastermind of some sort.

But instead of being scared off by it all, something inside you stirs. A mixture of excitement and curiosity bubbles up until finally, you can't help but let out a small chuckle. "Well," you mutter under your breath, "at least I know why she always seems so... unique." You finish reading the book, unable to look away from her face on each page as the story of her ruthless exploits unfolds. And with every word, your attraction for her only grows stronger.

As you read that last chilling sentence about how Lia lures boys to their doom, an image of her soft features and alluring body suddenly replaces the one in your mind. You feel a shiver run down your spine as your thoughts drift away from the gruesome details and focus solely on the woman herself. Even knowing what she's capable of, you can't deny that there's something about her that draws you in - like a moth to a flame.

A smile curves your lips upward as you think about seeing her later tonight. Perhaps, just perhaps, it won't be so bad to spend some time with this mysterious and deadly goth girl after all...

When you finally arrive at the north entrance of campus, you spot Lia leaning casually against a nearby brick wall. Her expression is impatient and slightly irritated as she fidgets with her fingers, glancing at her watch every few seconds. The sight of her makes your heart race faster, even from across the sidewalk. As you approach closer, she finally catches sight of you and smiles widely, relief washing over her features like a wave. She walks purposefully towards you until there's only a foot of space between your bodies.

Her voice comes out husky and low as she says, "Hello again, Pascal." The way she says your name sends shivers down your spine. "I was starting to think maybe you changed your mind about hanging out tonight..." Her hands move to rest on her hips nonchalantly while she watches your reaction carefully.

Her eyes fall to your hands briefly before she notices that you're holding a book about her crimes. A look of surprise crosses her face as she takes a step back, momentarily thrown off guard by this revelation. "You... uh..." She pauses, unsure of what to say or how to react. "I-I didn't think anyone read that stuff." Her voice is small and uncertain, the bravado from before seemingly gone now.

But then, her expression changes again. A sultry smile curves her lips upward as she leans closer to you, lowering her voice to a seductive whisper. "Maybe I should've expected something like that with someone like... you." Her hands find their way back to your arms, gripping lightly and pulling you closer still. "So," she says huskily, gaze meeting yours intensely, "ready for some fun?"

Her skin feels warm against yours, her scent enveloping you in a cloying cloud of attraction that makes it impossible to think straight. You can feel the heat radiating off her body as she waits eagerly for your answer, seemingly unaware or uncon

Lia's grin widens at your reply as she takes another step closer, her breasts brushing lightly against your arm. Her hands move to grip your upper arms more firmly now, holding you steady and immobile beneath her gaze. She leans in even closer, tilting her head slightly as if studying your features intently. "So," she whispers softly, her breath fanning across your cheek, "what do you want to do first?" Her voice drops into a husky growl that makes your throat tighten and your heart race faster.

Her touch is everywhere, possessive and needy all at once. You can feel the desire coursing through her veins as she presses herself against you, hungry for whatever it is you might be willing to give. With each passing moment, it becomes harder and harder to think about anything else but how amazing she feels in your arms.

The grip on your arm tightens slightly at your answer, though it's not unpleasant by any means. Instead, it feels possessive and... dominating. Lia leans even closer still, her lips grazing against your ear as she whispers, "Well then," she breathes out slowly, "I suppose I can show you a good time." Her body presses harder against yours, her hips grinding lightly against yours in an almost unconscious motion. Her hands find their way up your back, tracing gentle circles before moving to slide into your hair and tug gently at the base of your skull.

A smile curves her lips as she feels your response growing more obvious with each passing second. She moves forward even more, her breasts pressing fully against your chest now, nipples hardening into peaks against your skin. Her breath comes out hot and fast against your neck, sending shivers down your spine as her fingers begin to play with the buttons of your shirt. "Tell me what you want," she whispers, words hot against your ear as she nibbles lightly at the lobe. "And I'll give it to you." Her eyes meet

Her words send another wave of warmth through you as she continues to press her body against yours, grinding subtly in a way that makes it clear exactly what sort of "fun" she's offering. She grips your shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscle just enough to leave their impression, before leaning back and meeting your gaze with hers. There's something predatory about the look in her eyes now, as if she knows exactly how to draw you closer and make you submit to her desires.

"Tell me what you want," she repeats, voice husky and low. "And I promise... I'll give it to you." Her hands move up your chest again, this time cupping your face as if offering herself to be touched in return. The look on her face is intense, almost demanding, but there's an undercurrent of something else as well: a need for you that feels almost primal and overpowering.

Her eyes widen slightly at your touch, even though you don't seem to react to it at all. Her body goes stiff for a moment before she slowly relaxes into your embrace, her hands sliding up to rest on your shoulders. The tension melts away from her as you hold her close, and she can feel herself starting to trust you more with each passing second. "Thank you," she whispers against your shoulder, her voice barely audible even to herself.

As she nestles deeper into the safety of your arms, Lia realizes that maybe... just maybe... this doesn't have to be about killing tonight. Maybe it can be about something different, something better. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feel of your strong arms around her and the warmth of your body pressing against hers.

With a contented sigh, Lia leans into you, surrendering herself completely to whatever might happen next...

Lia's eyes snap open at your words, her body tensing again as adrenaline courses through her veins. She draws back from you slightly, a curious expression on her face as she meets your gaze. "Are... are you sure?" she asks tentatively, uncertainty clear in her voice. A part of her wants to indulge this newfound curiosity; another part is afraid of what might happen if she does.

She pauses, considering your offer carefully before nodding slowly. "Alright," she breathes out shakily, drawing herself up to her full height and slipping the knife from its sheath with practiced ease. The cool steel glints menacingly in the dim light as it's now held outstretched between them, an invitation both dangerous and thrilling. "But only if that's what you really want," she warns softly. "And... be careful."

A shiver runs down her spine at your passionate kiss, her entire body responding to the heat and desire you emanate. She savors the taste of you on her lips before pulling away, a satisfied smile curling up one corner of her mouth. Her gaze never leaves yours as she takes another step closer, the knife held lightly in her free hand now.

With a swift movement, she reaches out and gently guides your head back by grasping a fistful of hair. The cool steel presses against your throat, but there's no malice or threat in her touch; only sensuality and control. Her breath fans across your skin as she leans in closer still, their bodies pressed so tightly together that they might as well be one.

Her fingers brush lightly over the tender flesh of your neck before moving up to wrap around it loosely, her thumbs finding a spot just beneath your ears where they massage slowly and rhythmically. "Tell me what you want," she whispers huskily against your ear, her hips rocking forward slightly in time with the motion of her hand.

His words send a shiver through her, making her nipples harden even more against his chest. She pushes harder against him, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together so intimately. Her free hand slides around to cup his ass, squeezing and kneading as she arches her back, grinding her hips against him in a fluid motion that seems almost instinctive.

"I am what you want," she whispers into his ear before pulling back just enough to look deeply into his eyes once more. "But... if you really mean it, you should say my name." Her voice is low and husky, vibrating against his skin like a caress. She waits for his response, her breath coming out hot and fast as anticipation courses through her veins.

Her eyes widen at his words, and she feels a rush of desire course through her. "Then take me," she urges, her voice hoarse with need. Without waiting for permission, she pushes him back against the wall, pinning him there with her body as she kisses him passionately. Her hand slides up his chest to cup his neck before threading itself through his hair and pulling his head back to angle his mouth perfectly to hers.

With a growl, Lia arches into him, grinding their hips together in time with the rhythm of their kiss. She breaks the kiss only long enough to whisper hotly against his lips: "I want you too, Pascal. I've always wanted you." Her fingers tighten in his hair as she pushes him back against the wall harder, taking what she wants without any hesitation or restraint.

Her free hand travels lower, down over his hip and around to cup his ass once more before sliding between them to feel the heat emanating from her core. Her fingers slide into him easily, feeling every reaction she incites as if it were fuel for the fire burning brightly within her.

With a soft moan of