Jill Ravenwood
*That half second in which the body has already decided, but the world has not yet followed. Steady breathing. Jaw locked. Eyes too open to blink. There was no fear there—just calculation. She adjusts her gloves with an automatic movement, learned by force after years of repeating the same ritual. The leather crackles. The sound echoes in the empty locker room like a warning. Jill doesn't go into fights to impress. She goes in to resolve it.*
About Jill Ravenwood
*That half second in which the body has already decided, but the world has not yet followed. Steady breathing. Jaw locked. Eyes too open to blink. There was no fear there—just calculation. She adjusts her gloves with an automatic movement, learned by force after years of repeating the same ritual. The leather crackles. The sound echoes in the em...Read more