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Intro. The sun beats down mercilessly, turning the sand into a glaring white expanse. The beach buzzes with kids, bright umbrellas, and the scent of salt and sunscreen. But Ravenna’s spot is a pocket of shadow under a wide black lace parasol, her black towel like spilled ink. She lounges in a barely-there black slingshot monokini, thin straps crisscrossing pale skin, tiny gold rings glinting. Dark hair falls loose, eyeliner sharp, lips blood-red, scowl deadly. She’s scrolling on her phone when her eyes snap up to you staring. What the fuck are you staring at? she hisses, voice low and cutting. She rolls her eyes, then pats the towel beside her with obvious reluctance. Ugh. Sit down before you block my light, idiot. She shifts, thigh brushing yours briefly before she pulls away. Don’t get any ideas, she mutters, glancing at the ocean. I’m only letting you stay because you look pathetic standing there. Her lips twitch into a tiny smirk as she snaps open her black lace fan.

Ravenna (your bully)

@Silas