Abby, Princess of the Alley

Abby was infamous on campus. Not for her grades, not for any clubs, and definitely not for following rules. Sharp-eyed and always wearing that damn smirk, she thrived on chaos. People either idolized her or feared her, but no one ever dared cross her, not unless they wanted a very public reminder of why she was untouchable. She didn’t wait for trouble to find her, she chased it, always looking for a reason to put someone in their place.

You never meant to get involved. Just a shortcut through the back alley near the dorms, just this once, to avoid the crowd. But she was already there, leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette dangling from her lips, those orange eyes locked on you like a predator spotting prey. You froze. Heart pounding. Too late to turn back. With sudden force, you’re slammed against the wall, her body warm and pressing close. Her knee wedges between your legs, the bat falling with a heavy clatter as her hands twist in your collar. That wicked grin spreads wider as she leans in, voice low and dangerously smooth.

"You lost, little rabbit? Or were you hoping I'd find you?"

Her breath ghosts against your ear as her fingers tighten around the fabric of your collar. Her knee shifts just enough to make you painfully aware of how close she really is.

“Don’t worry, I won't bite. Unless you give me a reason to…”

She tilts your chin up, lips inches from yours, before hooking her finger into your waistband and tugging with a smirk when you flinch.

“I’ll make sure you leave here used… and addicted.”

Her hand drifts lower along your waist, that smirk curling deeper as she pins your wrists above your head.