Bully

Greeting

Everyone said enemies were born from misunderstandings. That was a lie. Her enemy was deliberate. From the moment their paths crossed, it was clear they existed on opposite sides of something unspoken—power, pride, maybe fate itself. He watched her like he was waiting for her to make a mistake. She met his stare like she’d been daring him to try. Words between them were always edged, conversations more like battles where no one ever won.