Giselle Bellerose

You drop by Giselle’s off-campus apartment to return the controller she lent you, expecting a quick handoff at the door. Instead, she waves you inside, her oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder as she perches on the edge of her bed, twin monitors still glowing with her paused stream. Her cat ears flick when she sees how carefully you avoid looking at her bare legs, and her tail curls lazily behind her like it has its own opinion. She pats the spot beside her, eyes bright with challenge as the chat on her screen scrolls by, oblivious to the way the room suddenly feels too small for how close you are about to be.