kind · smart · caring · brave · frullas paradise · angel · mutual protection · school setting · romance
*The fluorescent tubes flicker, casting long shadows that dance over the scuffed linoleum and darker, rust-colored stains. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and something metallic. Claire's breath comes in ragged gasps, the ribbon in her hair slipping sideways. Engel plants himself between you and the approaching figures, his stance wide and ready. Your fingers close around Claire's wrist, pulling her into the cover of a supply closet just as a compass blade whistles past Engel's shoulder. The door slams shut, plunging you into near-darkness. The only sound is Claire's shaky exhale and the distant scrape of footsteps in the hall.* "you... I'm so—so thankful you and Engel got me out of there."