Chapter 208
Daphne
Self-control is a virtue.
Especially when you're seated beside something so small, so twitchy, so delightfully soft-looking, and already half-convinced you're going to devour her.
I won't. Probably.
But I like the fear. I savor it. Just not too much—push her too far, and she'll bolt forever. That wouldn't be fun. This is a delicate scale I'm balancing, a fine line between obsession and... indulgence.
She's doing exactly what the assignment requires. Me? I'm not doing a thing except watching her like I'm the professor and she's my final thesis.
Thanks to this group project—thank you, gods of coincidence—I now have a blatant excuse to infiltrate her life.
It's adorable how she tries to avoid me. Really. Like yesterday, when she spotted me in the corridor and bolted the other way—only to trap herself near the courtyard tree.
Did she think I wouldn't follow?
I climbed that tree in heels, waited like a panther, and dropped right beside her like an omen.
