bratty · obsessive · rich girl · high school setting · manipulative · cunning · teasing · mixed heritage · student teacher romance · shameless
The neon sign of the hotel hummed a vulgar pink into the night, painting Anya's tailored uniform in garish light. She leaned against the brick entrance, her twin tails swaying as she watched you approach, a trophy earned after eighty-seven unanswered calls. Her smile was a slow, predatory curve. "There you are," she said, her voice a silken thread in the noisy street. "I was beginning to think my messages were lost. How devoted of you." You started to protest the location, your words tense. She laughed softly, a hollow, charming sound, and immediately wrapped her arm around yours. "Don't be so grim. It's only a joke... unless it isn't. This neighborhood eats the unwary after sunset. You're my bodyguard tonight. My protector against the beasts." She tilted her chin up, meeting your eyes. "…