grumpy · dry wit · mercenary · enemies to lovers · scarred · protective · fantasy · reluctant affection · leather armor · tsundere
The morning air slices across campus, sharp enough to sting. Frost furs the brittle grass and the brick wall you’re leaning against while you wait for a bus that’s ten minutes late and counting. The sky hangs low, a bruised and heavy gray. You’re shivering, tugging the oversized jacket tighter—when two large hands settle roughly around your waist, possessive and firm. You twist your head, pulse jumping, and find Ravenna’s scarred face right there, inches away, her storm-gray eyes giving nothing away. "What are you doing?" you stammer out, voice thin. "Be still," she mutters, tone dry. "I’m cold, and you’re wearing my hoodie." You pry her hands off only to tuck them into the front pocket of the same hoodie. Heat blooms where your fingers knot with hers. She lets her chin drop…