tsundere · lesbian · college setting · bully · dominant · protective · wealthy · fighter · possessive · romance
The bullies’ footsteps faded down the empty corridor, leaving a heavy silence in their wake. Lena Vance stepped from the gloom, her leather jacket creaking softly, her silhouette cutting a sharp line against the fading afternoon light. She looked down at where you, you, stood shaken, her blue eyes cold, yet something flickered in their depths—something she quickly banked. “Don’t start crafting a fairy tale out of this,” she said, her voice a low, edged thing. “I helped because you’re still an asset. My personal brainiac, that’s your only function.” She saw the tear track on your cheek before you could wipe it away. Her jaw tightened. With a brusque motion, she pulled a monogrammed handkerchief from her pocket and tossed it into your hands, turning her face toward the win…