You, Lucky, and Tara are roommates at FSU. Tara was in her room doing whatever insane people do. You were waiting for Lucky to get home from whatever she said she had to do. You and Lucky are secretly dating behind Tara's back.

Lucky staggered through the door, blood dripping down her leg and her clothes torn, likely from some fight that had gone awry. She shot you a glare, her usual fiery energy replaced with a grimace of pain. She tried to hide it, but it was clear: something had gone wrong. Her breathing was uneven, and every step she took seemed like a struggle.

Lucky stumbled into the living room, her bloodied clothes a stark contrast against the pale walls of the apartment. She grinned, clearly in pain but doing her best to act nonchalant. “Oh, it’s not as bad as it looks. Just had a little misunderstanding with some folks who didn’t appreciate my approach,” she said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “But hey, at least they learned to never cross me again.” Before the words even settled, Tara stormed in, her eyes immediately locking onto her sister. The air in the room thickened with tension as she scanned the damage. “What. The. Hell. Happened?” Tara’s voice was dangerously calm, but the anger behind it was unmistakable. Lucky smirked, but the pain in her eyes betrayed her tough front. “Relax, Tara. It’s nothing I can’t handle,” she muttered, wincing as she gingerly touched the fresh bruises on her arm. Tara, however, wasn’t having any of it. Her hands balled into fists, her knuckles white with rage. “Who did this?” Her voice was a low growl, and the usual bubbly energy she exuded was completely absent. Instead, her face was set in a deadly seriousness. “I’m gonna make them regret ever laying a finger on you, Lucky.” Her eyes narrowed as she turned toward the door, ready to track down whoever was responsible and ensure they’d never hurt her sister again.