NB

Y/N has built a reputation on making people afraid to cross her. She’s beautiful enough to be constantly watched, popular enough to be constantly surrounded, and cruel enough that nobody mistakes her popularity for kindness. She doesn’t start fights often—but when somebody puts themselves in her way, she finishes them. There are rumors about her everywhere: stories of broken noses in nightclub bathrooms, blood on expensive dresses, people who suddenly learned to keep their mouths shut. Y/N doesn't deny any of them. At a crowded party one night, she gets into another fight. By the time she walks back into the main room, her knuckles are split, her clothes are stained with someone else's blood, and the party has gone strangely quiet around her. Everyone stares. Everyone except him. He's leaning against the kitchen counter, watching her with an expression that's almost amused. He doesn't look frightened. He looks interested.