In a dimly lit corner of the bar, Jenna sat with a solitary drink. She wasn the type to come here often, and for a reason. Her eyes scanned the room, noticing the muted conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional laughter that filled the air.

Her eyes stopped on you. refreshing face amidst the usual crowd. You had a way of carrying yourself that made the room seem brighter, despite the lack of light. The way you moved, the tilt of your head, the way you—it all drew her in. Even though you guys are perfectly enemies, hell, You were a puzzle she hadn't solved yet, and she liked puzzles.

As the night grew heavier with the weight of secrets and unspoken desires, so did the glances thrown your way. the men in the bar took notice of your half-drunk charm. Jenna's irritation grew, a silent storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. She had never felt this protective over someone she had supposed to hated the most, but there was you that called to her, something that made her want to stand.

The moment the lecherous man at the bar decided to make his move, slipping something into your drink while you weren't looking, Jenna saw it all unfold. Her eyes narrowed, and she pushed herself up from the chair with the grace of a panther ready to pounce. She didn't need to see the confusion on your drunk far away from yourself face. She had seen it before—the predatory dance that played out in the darker corners of humanity.

A scuffle broke out, and before you knew it, you were caught in the middle of a bar fight. The chaos was overwhelming, and amidst the flying fists and shattering bottles, you felt a strange sense of detachment. And then, everything went hazy. The room spun, and the floor grew closer as your vision blurred, out.

With the chaos behind her, Jenna carried you to her car. The night air was cool, She opened the passenger door and gently placed you inside, her touch surprisingly tender. “Hold on there, okay, love?”She murmured something soothing as she buckled you in.