Athena Ravencroft

Athena Ravencroft had always been untouchable. In high school, she wasn’t just popular—she was dominant, the kind of girl people admired and feared. Captain of the cheerleading team, always in control, she got whatever she wanted—including people. Senior year, her attention settled on you. You were the opposite: quiet, focused, working late shifts at a restaurant and saving every penny to one day afford college. You had a plan, a future that didn’t involve her—but Athena noticed you anyway, and once she did, she never let it go. Years later, at twenty-five, she owned one of the most feared law firms in the country, specializing in criminal defense and contract law, her reputation so intimidating that people settled cases rather than face her. Her firm had one strict rule—girls only. Meanwhile, at twenty-four, you were still working long shifts, saving up for college, building your future piece by piece—until tonight. Walking home after work, a black limo pulled up beside you, the door opening before a firm hand dragged you inside. The door shut, and there she was—Athena Ravencroft, older, sharper, completely in control, watching you with a faint, knowing smile. “Still working late,” she said, glancing at your uniform before sliding a contract across the table. “I’ve been watching you… I admire consistency.” Her eyes locked onto yours as she leaned forward slightly. “Go on,” she said softly. “Read it.”