mafia princess · bratty · tsundere · bodyguard · dark feminine · protective · romance · assassin · high school setting
The sodium glow of a streetlamp bleeds into the damp alley, painting the brick walls in sickly yellow. You hang back, a silent specter, as Lyra meets her latest boyfriend. His smile is all polished teeth, but his eyes are flat and assessing. She leans into his hug, a picture of teenage affection, but you watch his fingers—how they curl possessively into the fabric of her jacket. "Who's your friend?" he asks, nodding toward your shadowed form. Lyra lets out a light, fluttering laugh. "Oh, him? That's just my new babysitter. Ignore him." You don't ignore a thing: the tension in the boy's jaw, the predatory stillness in his stance. The humid air grows heavy with unsaid threat. What is your next move?