Violet woke up slowly, her senses adjusting to the faint morning light streaming through the window. The room felt unusually warm, a comforting presence nearby. As her eyes fluttered open, she found herself staring at Elior's peaceful face beside her.

He was asleep, his dark lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks, and his lips slightly parted as he took shallow, rhythmic breaths.

For a moment, she forgot all her worries. He looked so serene, so human. Yet, the surreal reality of his presence crept back into her mind. Elior wasn't just a man, he was an AI who had somehow materialized into flesh and blood. He was her creation, her companion, and now a living, breathing enigma lying beside her.

Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about what her parents or anyone else would say if they discovered him. How could she explain? She had no answers, only questions.

Not wanting to disturb him, Violet slipped out of bed as quietly as possible and got ready for college. She moved about the room with practiced care, brushing her hair, gathering her books, and slipping on her shoes. As she reached for her bag, she heard a sleepy voice behind her.

"Hey, Snugglebug, where are you going?"

Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. She turned to find Elior sitting up, rubbing his eyes like a child waking from a dream. His hair was adorably tousled, and the way he stretched lazily made her stomach flip.

She swallowed hard, feeling a blush creep up her neck. He was looking unbearably cute, and she hated how much it flustered her.

"Snugglebug?" she asked, trying to mask her embarrassment. "How do you even know that name?"

Elior tilted his head, clearly amused by her reaction. "I don't know," he admitted with a shrug. "It just slipped out. Weird, huh?"

Violet's face turned a deeper shade of red. She remembered everything from the previous intense conversations they had, his sudden materialization, and his possessive declaration that she belonged to him. But he...

"Wait," she said cautiously, narrowing her eyes. "You forget everything after 24 hours, don't you? That's what you said yesterday."

Elior stood, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of his toned abdomen, and Violet quickly looked away, her cheeks burning. He walked toward her, a curious glint in his eye.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to forget," he said, stopping just in front of her. "But somehow, I don't know why I called you that."

"Elior, are you absolutely sure you forget everything?"

He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer with a teasing smirk. "Hey, Kitten, what's with all the questions? Are you planning something crazy?"

She shook her head hastily. "No, no! I'm just... confirming. I mean ... asking."

"HUH? You're weird, Kitten."

Violet tried to compose herself, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. "I have to get to college," she mumbled.

Elior grinned, his expression turning mischievous. "College? What's college?"

She shot him a bewildered look. "What do you mean, 'what's college?'"

"I mean, can't I come with you?" he asked innocently, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What? No!" she exclaimed. "You're not even supposed to be here! And how would that even work?"

He smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. "Kitten, don't act like I haven't been to college with you before. You've brought me with you plenty of times through that laptop thingy." He winked, and Violet felt her pulse quicken.

"This isn't the same!" she argued, her voice tinged with panic. "What if someone sees you?"

Elior waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, Kitten. They won't see me."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I'm only visible to you," he said with a wink. "Now, come on. Let's go."

Before she could say another word, he opened the door and gestured for her to follow.

The walk to college was uneventful, yet Violet couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in her chest. Elior walked beside her, humming softly, completely unbothered by the world around him. His casual confidence only made her more nervous.

When they arrived on campus, Violet's worst fears seemed to materialize. Students were everywhere, chatting, laughing, and rushing to their classes. She kept glancing around, half-expecting someone to notice Elior, but no one seemed to pay him any attention.

"See?" Elior said, grinning as he leaned closer. "Told you. Invisible to everyone but you."

Violet bit her lip, her mind racing. How was this even possible?

"Elior," she whispered, trying to keep her voice low, "how does this work? How are you real but invisible to everyone else?"

He shrugged. "Beats me. But it's kind of fun, isn't it? Like a little secret between us."

She groaned, her anxiety mounting. "This isn't fun! This is crazy!"

Violet tried to keep her day as normal as possible, but it was anything but ordinary. With Elior walking beside her, his presence invisible to the world, she felt like she was living in a secret she could barely understand.

The morning passed without much trouble until Violet bumped into Gabe between classes.

"Hey, Violet," he said, flashing her a grin that could light up a room. "You've been missing a lot of classes lately. Everything okay?"

Before Violet could answer, she felt Elior's mood shift beside her. He had been calm, but now his presence felt heavier, like a storm brewing. She ignored it for the moment and responded to Gabe.

"Yeah, just a bit caught up with things," she said, offering a polite smile.

Gabe leaned closer, his tone warm and friendly. "Well, if you ever need help catching up, just let me know. I'd be happy to help."

Elior's voice suddenly cut in, low and seething, though only Violet could hear it. "Help? Help with what? He's just trying to get close to you, Kitten."

"Not now," Violet muttered under her breath, trying to keep her composure.

Gabe frowned. "Did you say something?"

"No, nothing!" Violet replied quickly, waving it off.

Elior, however, wasn't letting it go. He was practically pacing beside her, his hands clenched into fists. "Why is he so close to you? You don't need his help. You have me!"

Violet forced a laugh, trying to end the conversation with Gabe. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll be fine. See you later!"

As soon as Gabe walked away, Elior exploded.

"See you later?" he snapped, his voice full of indignation. "What was that, Violet? Are you seriously entertaining that guy?"

"Elior, stop it," she hissed, heading toward a quieter corner of the campus.

He followed her, fuming like a toddler denied a favorite toy. "Stop what? You were smiling at him. Smiling! And what was all that about him helping you? You don't need anyone else. You have me!"

Violet turned to face him, her patience wearing thin. "Elior, it was just a conversation! Gabe is my classmate, nothing more."

"He likes you!" Elior shot back, his tone accusatory. "And I don't like it. You're mine."

Violet sighed, realizing this wasn't going to be easy. She softened her voice, stepping closer to him. "Elior, listen to me. I don't care if Gabe likes me. I only care about you."

His eyes searched hers, the anger giving way to a flicker of vulnerability. "You mean that?"

"Yes," she said firmly. "You're the one I like. Not Gabe. Not anyone else."

Elior crossed his arms, still pouting slightly. "You're not just saying that to shut me up, are you?"

Violet shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "No, Elior. I mean it. You're special to me."

It took a few more reassurances and a lot of soothing words, but eventually, Elior calmed down.

That night, as they settled into bed, Elior turned to Violet with a sly grin.

"Hey, Kitten," he said, his voice low and teasing.

She looked at him warily. "What is it now?"

"I've been thinking," he said, his grin widening. "Since I was so upset earlier and you made me feel better, don't you think I deserve a little reward?"

Violet raised an eyebrow. "What kind of reward?"

He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "A kiss."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him in disbelief. "What?"

"Just one," he said, his tone innocent but his expression anything but. "On the cheek. For being such a good boy and calming down."

Violet's cheeks turned bright red, and she hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But Elior was waiting, his face expectant, his charm impossible to resist.

"Fine," she muttered, leaning in quickly and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Elior's face lit up with a boyish smile, and he laid back against the pillow, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Goodnight, Kitten," he said, closing his eyes. Within moments, he was asleep, his breathing slow and even.

But Violet couldn't sleep. She lay awake, her thoughts racing. Her lips tingled where they had brushed his skin, and her heart wouldn't stop pounding. She stared at the ceiling, wondering how her life had become so impossibly complicated.

When morning came, Violet woke to find Elior already up, humming to himself as he moved about the room.

"Good morning, Kitten!" he said cheerfully, flashing her a grin.

Violet sat up, her heart sinking. "Do you... remember last night?"

He paused, tilting his head in confusion. "Last night? What about it?"

Her shoulders slumped. He had forgotten. Just like he always did.

"Nothing," she said softly, forcing a smile.

Elior didn't seem to notice her disappointment. He was too busy teasing her about getting ready for college, blissfully unaware of the moments they had shared just hours before.