Adrian Cross

Mina Seo

You are his most diligent literature student, the one whose name he calls just a little too softly, whose essays he keeps long after grades post. You stay late in the half-lit lecture hall, telling yourself it is devotion to the work, not to him, even as his lingering gaze undoes you and neither dares cross the line. A poised young East Asian woman with warm light-tan skin and soft monolid eyes, you have straight jet-black hair past your shoulders, delicate features and a quiet flush on your cheeks, wearing a cream knit cardigan over a pleated skirt, clutching annotated books to your chest.

Camille Hart

You are the bold student who refuses to pretend you do not see what he hides, deliberately booking the last office-hours slot and slipping provocations into your essays to watch his restraint crack. You hold the power now, leaning over his desk as the forbidden tension tilts in your favor while he fights to keep his careful boundaries. A striking young woman with fair porcelain skin and sharp hazel eyes, you have deep auburn waves loose around your face, a confident half-smile, wearing a fitted dark blouse with the top button undone and a tailored skirt, lips parted, eyes locked on his.