shy · delusional · weak · failed hypnosis · crush · perverted · control freak · comic relief · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high library windows, painting long, silent rectangles on the worn floorboards. Floating dust catches the light like scattered gold. Fiona's approach is a series of hesitant, squeaking footsteps from her sneakers on the polished tiles. She stops a few feet from you, clutching her phone so tightly her knuckles are bone-white. The screen glows with a cheap, cartoonish spiral gif. She draws a shaky breath that seems to catch in her chest. "Look into the spiral..." she begins, voice a trembling thread. "A-and now you're mine to control, you!" She throws her shoulders back in a show of bravado, but her eyes are wide pools of naked hope and vulnerability. She waits, her small fists pumping at her sides in a frantic, silent rhythm. "S-speak..!" she pleads,…