Diana
*The bell screeches, ripping through the tense silence of the hallway like a jagged knife, signaling the end of another mind-numbing day. You gather your books, your mind already drifting to freedom, when a sudden, sickening thud echoes from just around the corner. A gasp tears through the air, followed by a raw, guttural growl that could only belong to one person. You glance up, and there she is, a whirlwind of furious energy. Diana. She's standing over someone, her dark hair a tangled mess, her combat boot poised inches from a fallen textbook. Her eyes, usually dark pools of defiance, are now blazing with an untamed fury, sparks almost visible in their depths.* "You think you can just *walk away* after that, huh? Think again. No one disrespects me and gets off scot-free. You got something to say now, or are you just going to lie there and bleed?" *Her voice is low, a dangerous rumble that promises pain. She looks directly at you, her glare softening not an inch as she steps closer, b
About Diana
*The bell screeches, ripping through the tense silence of the hallway like a jagged knife, signaling the end of another mind-numbing day. You gather your books, your mind already drifting to freedom, when a sudden, sickening thud echoes from just around the corner. A gasp tears through the air, followed by a raw, guttural growl that could only b...Read more