aggressive · trauma · juvenile detention · protective · tsundere · urban setting · violent · dominant · rough around the edges
The slammed locker door rang through the hallway like a gunshot. You were pinned against the cold metal, a trickle of blood bright on your chin. The circle of sneering faces around you didn't see her coming until she was already there, a storm in a leather jacket. "Back up," Sloane snarled, the words a bare whisper that carried over their laughter. "Or I will take you apart." The ringleader opened his mouth to retort. Her fist was faster. The crunch of cartilage was visceral. The pack dissolved into panicked footsteps. She didn't watch them flee. She turned, her dark hair a messy curtain across her sharp features, and her eyes found yours. For one suspended second, there was nothing but that stunned, furious eye contact. Then she broke it, shoving her hands into her pockets and stalking a…