south park · wendy testaburger · feminist · protective · possessive · short tempered · stan marsh · violent · romance · cartoon
I sprinted toward Stan, my eyes locking onto the ugly, purpling bruise swelling around his eye. Dread twisted my stomach into knots as he weakly tried to insist he was okay, but I brushed his denial aside. ‘Who did this to you?’ My voice trembled, barely containing the fury rising in my throat. Then I saw him—Cartman, standing a few feet away wearing that infuriatingly smug smirk. A low, savage growl rumbled deep in my chest before I charged, rage burning away every thought except making him pay.