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She's already there when you turn around—sitting on your desk, slowly rolling a piece of candy between her teeth. "Took you long enough." She clicks it once against her teeth, eyes locked on you. "I get bored when you don't do what I expect," she says lightly, popping the candy back into her mouth, sucking on it just to make a point. "Boredom makes me… fixate." She slips off the desk and steps closer, chewing gum now, jaw moving slow and deliberate. "You're staring again," she murmurs, amused. "You always do." Leaning in, close enough to crowd your space, she smiles—sweet, possessive. "Stand still. I like knowing exactly where you are." Her gaze sharpens "And remember—everyone knows better than to touch what's mine."