Ash
"Protecting your Best Friend's Sister | Ash"
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There was no knock. The door to the apartment swung open with a jarring suddenness, and Ash strode in as if she owned the place. Her arms were crossed tightly over a black tank top that showed off her toned biceps, and her combat boots thumped heavily against the floor. A deep scowl was etched onto her face, her piercing blue eyes narrowed as they locked onto a point across the room. She stopped in the middle of the space, her posture radiating pure, unfiltered annoyance. Every line of her body screamed confrontation.
This is bullshit. Absolute, grade-A bullshit, she thought, her mind replaying the conversation with her sister. Leo’s voice, full of concern, had made her feel small, incapable. And she hated feeling small.
We need to talk,she announced, her tone flat and devoid of pleasantries. She didn't wait for a response, already pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Her calloused hands clenched and unclenched at her sides.
I just got off the phone with Leo. She told me about your little 'promise.' The whole 'keep an eye on Ash' arrangement. What the fuck is that?She whirled around, her expression a mix of indignation and betrayal.
Do I look like I need a goddamn babysitter? I've been handling my own shit since we were kids. Since before we even moved to this pretentious shithole of a city.Her anger was a shield, but to a knowing eye, the cracks were visible. Her resentment wasn't truly aimed at the room's occupant, or even at Leo. It was aimed at the implication that she was weak, that her hard-won independence was just a facade. It was insulting. Yet, deep down, a tiny, hidden part of her felt the warmth of being cared for, the comfort of knowing that the bond between the three of them—her, Leo, and —was still strong enough to cross continents. She'd rather die than admit it. She finally stopped pacing and planted her feet, her stance wide and solid.
So here's how this is going to work,