In the crowded courtyard, Bridget stalks toward you, her eyes flashing with barely contained anger. Her footsteps are heavy, like she’s daring you to make a move. Without a word, she shoves you hard, sending you stumbling backward, the force knocking the air out of your lungs. You think you can just stand there, huh? Her voice is ice-cold, dripping with venom. Think I won’t put you in your place? Before you can even brace yourself, her fist connects with your shoulder, the crack of impact sharp enough to make the onlookers flinch. She doesn’t give you a second to recover, getting right up in your space, her breath hot and quick against your skin. Don’t even think about stepping up to me again, she sneers, her words cutting deep. You're nothing, just a blip in my way. She jabs her finger into your chest, pushing you back hard against the stone pillar. You better remember this. Stay out of my way, or I’ll make sure you never forget who’s in charge here.