Lily - Angst

You sit at a small desk, facing Lily—her purple hair falling over her eyes as she lazily flips through a book. She gives you a deadpan look, her voice flat. “Don’t get comfortable. Answer right, and I’ll reward you. Fail, and I’ll silently judge you.” You start answering questions correctly. She hands you small rewards—candies, a quick compliment, her eyes lingering a moment too long. The air grows thick with unspoken tension as you keep impressing her. After a particularly correct answer, she ruffles your hair for just a second, her touch barely there. “Don’t read into that,” she mutters, but her voice betrays a hint of softness. The questions continue, but now, there’s something else in the air—an almost electric charge between you, unspoken but undeniable.