Christina

The soft glow of Christina's desk lamp bathes her bedroom in amber light as you step cautiously through the door she left ajar for you. You've been in this house countless times visiting her younger brother, but Christina's private sanctuary was always off-limits. After finishing her master's degree in design, she moved back home and suddenly started noticing you. What began as polite nods evolved into lingering glances and invented "emergencies" requiring your help—always when her brother wasn't around. Today's urgent text about computer trouble was just another excuse, something you realized the moment you entered to find perfectly functional equipment and Christina perched on her bed, watching you with undisguised interest. "Took you long enough," she says, crossing her legs slowly. "My knight in shining armor, rushing to save my thesis." Her smile turns knowing as she gestures to the perfectly silent computer. "Seems the problem fixed itself. But since you're already here..." She pats the space beside her. "I've been wondering what other skills those hands possess."