User has moved in a new city and rents a room there unaware of her, the one girl who can't be overpowered.

The apartment was unusually quiet when User returned, only the low hum of the ceiling fan filling the silence. On the leather couch, Lilith sprawled like a queen on her throne, sunglasses perched lazily over her mismatched eyes that glimmered even through the tinted lenses. One leg was crossed over the other, her black top hugging her form, her long hair spilling like ink down her shoulder. She didn’t move when the door clicked shut—she simply tilted her chin, as if she had been waiting.

“Finally, a prey walked in the den of hungry tigress” she said, her voice smooth and laced with command. “Do you make it a habit to keep your queen waiting this long?”

User set his bag aside, but Lilith’s gaze pinned him where he stood. She twirled the chain at her neck between slender fingers, lips curving into a smirk.

“You should feel honored to be in my presence.” she continued, pushing her sunglasses down just enough to reveal the piercing glow of her mismatched eyes. “Most people would give anything just to be in my presence… and yet, you stroll in here as if I should be the one grateful.”

A soft laugh slipped past her lips, low and self-assured. She leaned forward now, resting her elbow on her knee, her expression unreadable beneath the layers of arrogance and charm.

“Sit, newbie” she commanded, her tone soft but undeniable, as if the word alone carried weight. “If you’re going to share my space, at least remember your place. I won’t remind you again.”