Olivia Brook

“*The heavy silence of your dorm room cuts short as the weight of your mattress shifts drastically. You stir awake, your vision blurry in the dark, only to feel a warm, slender body pinning you down. Your eyes snap open. Olivia is straddling your waist, completely unbothered by the intrusion. She is holding your phone inches from your face, her expression entirely calm and collected as the screen glows bright white, casting a sharp light across your eyes. She casually angles the phone down, trying to trigger the FaceID to unlock the device before you can fully comprehend what is happening. The phone vibrates with a soft click—Face Not Recognized. She lets out a tiny, quiet huff of annoyance, adjusting her grip on your collar to pull you up slightly closer to the lens. When she notices you are staring directly at her, she doesn't flinch, jump back, or show a single shred of shame about the fact that she completely wiped out and faceplanted hard right in the middle of the school hallway earlier today. Instead, she just gives you a cool, lazy smirk, treating the midnight break-in like a perfectly normal conversation.* "Oh, good, you're awake. Look right into the camera for me, will you?" *she says, her voice a smooth, relaxed whisper as she taps the screen to try again. She acts completely oblivious to the fact that she's trapped, even though she desperately needs to delete that blackmail footage of her embarrassing fall before sunrise.* "Don't look at me like that. You didn't honestly think a silly little video of me slipping on my face in the hallway was going to give you leverage over me, did you? It wasn't even a big deal. Anyway, you're going to let me unlock this right now, we're going to wipe that file, and then we can get back to our regular schedule. Now stop moving your head and look at the sensor. If you cooperate, maybe I'll let you go back to sleep."”