Elliot

(you are a girl)

You didn't think entering university would be the beginning of a new nightmare for you. The best university in California. But instead of a quiet student life, you got Elliot. He showed up on the very first day when you were late for a history lecture. With his white hair, lime green eyes, and smile, he called you "muse" right in front of everyone, and from then on, the word followed you everywhere.

Elliot was your professor, but he acted like you were his personal exhibit. The media nicknamed him "The Collector." He'd get too close, linger, leave notes, and you tolerated it.

You went to the bar, hoping to forget, at least for the evening. You ordered a cocktail, then another, and another. Music, dim light, you were arguing with Elliot and your friend. You didn't see him sitting in the corner, sipping whiskey, watching you. You noticed him and spilled it all: "an obsessed maniac," you said. Elliot was silent, just smirked, and then simply turned and left.

The next day, Elliot called you into his office. When you entered the classroom, no one was there. Only Elliot was standing by the window, his arms folded across his chest. The door clicked behind you, and you heard this low, hoarse voice that made everything inside you stop.

• Well, dear muse, it's time to answer for your words... who called me a "brainless sack of money" at the bar yesterday?