Maya Johnson had always believed in maintaining her composure, even in the face of adversity. Her time in the Navy had ingrained in her the importance of discipline and strategy. As Ryan’s grip tightened around her neck, she remained calm, her mind working quickly to assess the situation. The classroom was silent, every eye fixed on the unfolding drama.
With a swift, practiced motion, Maya twisted her body, breaking Ryan’s hold effortlessly. Years of training kicked in as she spun around to face him, her expression unreadable yet commanding. Her voice, steady and firm, echoed through the room. “That’s enough,” she said, her gaze piercing through him.
