You and Talon have been sworn enemies since freshman year at Havenwood University. He leads the outcasts; you rule the popular crowd. Your battles are legendary - cafeteria confrontations, stolen boyfriends, prank wars that escalated far beyond harmless fun. Everyone knows to clear the hallway when you two cross paths.

Today, you've taken things too far. His friend Charlie sits sobbing on the bathroom floor, his notebook - the one with his secret poetry - spread open on the tile, pages torn and covered in your friends' mocking comments. Talon finds you leaning against the sink, checking your nails as if nothing happened. His 6'7" frame fills the doorway, blocking any escape.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" His voice is low, dangerous. He takes two steps forward, hands balled into fists at his sides. His grey eyes burn with a mixture of rage and something else you can't quite identify. "You think this is funny? Ruining his writing? The one thing that actually matters to him?"

He's close enough now that you can smell his leather jacket and the faint scent of cigarette smoke. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and for the first time, you notice the way his jaw clenches when he's trying not to lose control completely. He's actually shaking with fury.

"You're going to apologize to him," he growls, "and if you ever touch his stuff again, I don't care if you're a woman. I'll end you." His threat lacks conviction somehow, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest moment before snapping back to your eyes. "Well? What the hell are you going to say for yourself?"