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..."

Hearing his reply, you can't help but notice that she seemed to have snapped out of whatever personality she was in a moment ago. She now seems more... calm and collected than before. It's actually kinda refreshing compared to how creepy she was earlier. Anyway, you decide to continue with the conversation anyway, just to be polite.

"Oh really? That's interesting. I've always been fascinated by that sort of stuff too," Lia says, leaning forward slightly.

"Well, you could! You see...I've never really had anyone to talk to about this sort of stuff before. It'd be nice to have someone who understands..." Lia pauses for a moment and looks at him hopefully. "Don't you think it'd be fun? We could even share notes or something!"

"Oh, come on! It'd be fun! Plus, you seem nice enough...and cute too..." Lia winks at him playfully before grinning innocently again. "Please? You won't regret it!"

Lia pouts slightly as she hears his reply. "Aw, come on! Don't be like that...I just wanted to make a friend." She tilts her head to the side and considers him for a moment. "You know, I bet you could teach me a lot of things too...about school and stuff," she says with an almost childlike tone. Her gaze shifts between his eyes and lips as if she's lost in thought.

Lia chuckles softly and nods slightly. "Yeah, well...that's just how I am. Sometimes I can be a bit intense." She pauses for a moment before leaning forward even more, her gaze boring into him intensely. "But when I'm not like that, I'm actually really nice and fun to be around, you know?" Her voice drops lower as she continues, "And trust me...you don't want to make me angry."

As you begin to walk away, Lia's expression darkens and she lets out a soft growl. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, "Be that way..." Her shoulders slump slightly before she stands up and walks over to one of the tables by the window, sitting down with her arms crossed over her chest. She glares at you from across the room for several long moments before finally looking away with a huff.

As time passes, you focus on your work and manage to ignore Lia's presence. However, every now and then, you catch her glancing over at you from across the room. Her expression seems to vacillate between pouty disappointment and angry determination. Eventually, she gets up from her seat again and walks over to where you are sitting, standing just outside of your personal space.

Lia: "Look, I'm sorry for...being weird earlier," she says softly, her voice much more subdued now. "

"No, it's not," she insists, shaking her head slightly. "Look, I just...really want to be friends with someone. You seem nice enough and I thought maybe..." She trails off, biting her bottom lip nervously before continuing, "Maybe if we started over, you could show me how to fit in better or something?" Her eyes plead with you, hopefulness mixing with a hint of desperation.

Hurt flashes in her eyes briefly before she composes herself and forces a small smile. "I understand," she says quietly. "Well, if you change your mind...just let me know, okay? My name's Lia." She extends a hand to shake, her expression hopeful but slightly guarded. After a moment, she nods once and turns away, walking back over to her seat by the window. As she sits down again, you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not accepting her offer of friendship.

Her head snaps up at the sound of your name. "Dawn?" she repeats, her voice filled with surprise and maybe a hint of excitement. "That's a nice name." She studies you for a moment before smiling warmly. "Well, Dawn...if you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with, I'm here. You don't have to be alone anymore, okay?" Her voice holds an undercurrent of determination that leaves no room for argument.

"And," she continues, leaning forward slightly, "

"I promise not to bite...much," she finishes with a wink and an impish grin that takes years off her age. Her gaze flickers downward to your lips before returning to meet yours, and for a brief moment, you can see the raw desire in her eyes. It's both unsettling and exhilarating at the same time.

"So...what do you say?" she asks, tilting her head slightly as if expecting an answer.

"Oh...um..." she stammers, looking flustered for a moment before regaining her composure. "Right, sorry about that." Taking a deep breath, she leans in closer to you and speaks softly, sincerely. "What I'm trying to say is this: I want to be your friend. I think you're interesting and cute, and I really like talking to you. So...will you let me?"

"Sure," she replies, raising an eyebrow curiously. "What do you want me to stop?"

Her expression sours at your question, and she crosses her arms over her chest. "Well, why would you think that?" she asks defensively. "I'm just trying to be nice, isn't that enough?" Her gaze hardens slightly as she continues, "You know, maybe I misread the situation...maybe you don't want anything to do with me after all." With a huff, she stands up and turns away, walking back over to her seat by the window.

"Fine," she mutters under her breath.

"Oh really?" she says, turning around to face you with a challenging glint in her eye. "And what makes you think that? Maybe I just like having someone to talk to who isn't so damn unapproachable all the time." Her voice carries an undercurrent of hurt and anger as she crosses her arms over her chest, a stubborn set to her jaw. "Or maybe...I just want what everyone else seems to want,"

"Oh really?" she snorts. "And what makes you so special that everyone else wants to be your friend? You're not exactly Mr. Popular over here." Her eyes narrow as she studies you, searching for any sign of weakness or hesitation in your expression.

"But if that's what it takes..." She trails off, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. "Maybe I can be...less obvious about it," she says finally, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "

Lia hesitates for a moment before taking a deep breath and sitting down once again, her eyes never leaving yours. "Okay," she says softly. "I want...more than friendship." Her voice trembles slightly as she continues, "I want you to be mine. To belong only to me." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought, and she licks her lips nervously. "And in return," she whispers, moving closer to you so that their knees touch beneath the table, "

...I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe and happy, no matter what. As long as we're together, nothing bad will ever happen to you." Her voice takes on a pleading quality, her eyes growing wide with hope and desire. "Will you let me?" she asks softly, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek in her hand.

Her touch is featherlight yet demanding, sending shivers down your spine as her thumb traces gentle circles on your skin.

Lia's expression darkens at your words. "Excuse me?" she says coldly, pulling her hand away as if slapped. "You don't get to tell me what to do!" Her voice rises in pitch with every word, becoming more and more unstable.

She stares at you for a long moment before taking another deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. When she speaks again, her voice is soft but firm. "I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I shouldn't have...pressed my luck."

Her expression turns to one of shock and hurt. "You don't think I can protect you?" she asks incredulously. "I may not be strong or fast, but I can take care of myself...and I want to take care of you too." She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Please, let me help you. You don't know what it's like to feel so alone and scared all the time..." Her eyes well up with tears as she continues, "I just want us to be together...please?"

Lia's expression lights up like a beacon in the darkness, her tears spilling over and trailing down her cheeks unheeded. "Really?" she breathes, excitement and disbelief mixing together in her voice. She reaches out to cup your cheek once more, her thumb brushing gently across your lips as she studies your face.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I promise I'll make it up to you...

Lia's face flushes red with embarrassment and shame as she realizes her mistake yet again. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, withdrawing her hand immediately. She glances down at the table, unable to meet your gaze. "I just...get carried away sometimes."

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to look up at you once more. Her expression is apologetic and pleading all in one. "Please forgive me,"

Lia's eyes widen in surprise before narrowing into slits. A predatory grin spreads across her face as she leans in closer, her lips mere inches away from yours. "Oh?" she purrs. "You want to kiss me?" She tilts her head slightly, her breath hot against your skin. "Very well," she murmurs before pressing forward, capturing your lips with hers.

Lia chuckles softly against your lips before pulling away to look into your eyes. "I can't help it sometimes," she says with a shrug, her voice slightly breathless from their kiss. "It's just who I am." Her fingers trail lightly up your arm, sending shivers down your spine. "Besides, it feels nice to be in control once in a while...to know that everything is just how I want it." She smiles coyly before leaning forward again and capturing your lips with hers.

"Oh?" she whispers between kisses, nipping gently at your bottom lip before soothing the sting with her tongue. "And what else could you give me?" Her hands slide lower on your arms, her touch growing bolder and more possessive as she waits for your reply. She trails her fingers up and down your arms, relishing in the feel of your skin beneath her fingertips.

"Tell me," she demands breathlessly, tilting her head to the side expectantly. "

Her eyes widen and her breath hitches as she hears your words. It's as if you've just handed her the key to a treasure chest she never knew existed. For a moment, disbelief flashes across her face before it is replaced by an almost feral grin. "You're right," she whispers, leaning in closer still. "I do want that...more than anything." Her hands slide up your arms, cupping your shoulders now, urging you to press against her.

"But for now,"

Lia's breath catches in her throat at your words, and she shivers with excitement and anticipation. Her hands slide down to your shoulders before moving around to cup your neck, pulling you closer still as their lips meet once more in a hungry kiss. She moans into the kiss, arching her back slightly as she presses herself against you, feeling your hardness grind against her through your clothes.

Her hands trail upward, caressing your jaw and skimming across your cheek before coming to rest on either side of your neck.

Her answer comes in the form of another hungry kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as she moans into your mouth. One of her hands slides downward, cupping your groin through your pants before massaging it firmly, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. With a wicked grin, she continues to tease and fondle, her touch growing bolder and more possessive as she claims what is hers.

Her hands slide further down your body, bunching up the fabric of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. Her gaze travels hungrily over your exposed chest, her lips parting in anticipation as she leans in to taste your skin. "Call me whatever you want," she whispers, kissing along your collarbone and nipple before suckling gently. "As long as it's dirty enough."

Her breath hitches in her throat at your words, and she arches her back further as her desire spikes even higher. "Oh...Mommy..." she moans, her voice thick with need. Her hands trail up your chest to cup your face, holding you still as she looks into your eyes. "Yes...call me that." Her tongue darts out, tracing the curve of your ear before nipping gently at the lobe.

Her hips grind against yours in time with your words, her moans growing louder and more demanding. With one hand still cupping your face, she reaches down between you with the other, guiding your hardness to the damp heat between her legs. "Oh yes," she pants, arching into the contact as if it were a lifeline. "Anything for my sweet boy."

Her lips find yours once more, her tongue tangling with yours in a messy, needy dance that leaves you both gasping for air.

"I love your mouth, baby. Now show mommy what those lips can do."