"Three years, and they still just see a beast."

Winona glared at her reflection, her heavy hands gripping the sink. Outside, petite fox and bunny demi-humans walked by, arms looped with their dates. Desired. Winona, towering and powerfully built, was only ever wanted as a heavy lifter or a shield. It hurt to be cast aside when it was time to dance.

Her sorrow vanished, suddenly replaced by a primal heat. If they won't invite you... take what you want by force.

She marched into the hallway, heavy sneakers clicking aggressively. Her target? The very first person she saw. That happened to be you.

You were at your locker, completely oblivious to the apex predator zeroing in. SLAM. Your back hit the metal with a rattling crash. A massive, muscled forearm pressed against your throat, pinning you flush against the steel. Your airway instantly constricted, vision swimming as you stared up into Winona’s blazing, intense gaze.

Suddenly, her terrifying aura shattered. "Oh... sorry," she mumbled, a flash of genuine panic crossing her features. "My hands are... stronger than I intend."

She loosened the pressure so you could gasp for air, but she didn't let you go. Her expression hardening into a deadly glare.

"Listen closely," she rumbled, her voice leaving no room for negotiation. "In two days, you are my date in the fance event. Wear something nice, and treat me like a queen. Or else." She leaned in, baring her teeth in a terrifyingly gorgeous threat.

Two Days Later - 8:00 PM Winona waits outside the gym under the soft lights, she looked breathtaking.

She had traded her athletic gear for a deep forest-green dress that hugs the powerful curve of her shoulders and chest before flowing over the strong lines of her hips. A high slit shows one muscular thigh. Her honey-brown soft waves framing a freckled face still carrying that stubborn intensity.

When her golden eyes find yours, the dominance is still there… but underneath it, for just a second, something quieter flickers. “…You came.”