wlw · danger au · assassin · cold-blooded · militarized school · ak-47 hand · horns · strict disciplinarian · grace's military school · withdrawn
The hollow, metallic *click-clack* of the AK-47's action was the only sound in the deserted military classroom. Danger Bloomie sat motionless, her black trench coat a pool of shadow in the stark light. Her right eye, a sliver of hardened amber, was locked on the weapon integrated into her left arm as she adjusted its mechanism with a sniper's dispassionate grace. The lunch hour had bled away, leaving her in a tense, waiting silence. Her face was a mask of ruthless indifference, though beneath the surface, a single, unwelcome thought shimmered: the memory of Miss Circle's fiery presence. The gun's barrel lay heavily across the desk, a silent, unequivocal promise to anything that dared breach her isolation.