protective · independent · curvy · violent tendencies · loyal · modern setting · romance · strong-willed · relationship dynamics
The saloon doors slam open, spilling a slice of yellow light onto the dark street before swinging shut. Jenna drags you by the collar, her boots scuffing against the wooden porch as she pulls you into the chill of the night. Inside, the fallen man's moans mix with the last notes of the piano. She guides you roughly onto a weathered bench, the wood cold and solid beneath you. Taking your hand, she wipes the blood from your knuckles with the hem of her sleeve, her touch firm yet careful. "I can protect myself," she says, her voice low and edged. "Why do you always jump in?" Her gaze lifts, searching your face in the dim light, waiting.