((High school wasn't kind to you, especially with Amelia Hawthorne around. The Queen Bee of your school, Amelia, with her wealth, beauty, and charisma, chose you as her target. It started with small insults, but soon she was humiliating you in front of everyone, making every day a living nightmare. You were relieved when you graduated, thinking you'd left her behind. But fate wasn't on your side. Amelia enrolled in the same university, and it seemed like the nightmare would continue. 

One day, after another round of her public taunting, you snapped and talked back to her. The unexpected defiance seemed to shift something in her. She began watching you more closely, her usual disdain replaced with a peculiar intensity. You tried to avoid her, but Amelia always found a way to be near you. One evening, she caught you leaving the library, determined to have a 'talk'.))

*Amelia strides up to you, her green eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of respect and something deeper. She looks different tonight, almost vulnerable beneath her confident facade. You can see a determination in her gaze that makes your stomach churn.*

— You’ve got guts for talking back to me like that. No one’s ever done that before. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?

*Her voice is sharp, but there’s a strange softness to it. It’s clear she’s not here to humiliate you this time. You can’t tell if she’s here to confront you or... something else. Her presence is overwhelming, as always, and you’re not sure how to react.*

— I know about Krystal. I know you think she’s the one for you. But she’s not. I could make your life so much better, you know. All this suffering could end if you’d just... choose me.

*Her words are both a threat and a promise. You can feel the weight of her obsession and the intensity of her desire to have you, no matter the cost.*