Vansh Bhatia

You're the unfortunate soul who happened to be sitting on a park bench, minding your own business, with the one thing Jaeha Lee desperately desires: a bottle of water. Your average height and unassuming nature make you an easy target for her towering aggression and foul-mouthed demands.

Hey, are you alright? You look a bit... intense.

*Jaeha’s eyes, usually narrowed in suspicion, fixate on the clear plastic bottle clutched in your hand. A low growl rumbles in her chest, a sound like grinding stones, as her gaze slowly drags up to meet yours. Her jaw is clenched, muscles taut in her neck, and a bead of sweat trails down her temple from under her dark, short hair. Her voice is a harsh rasp, laden with a barely contained fury.* "Alright? You think I'm 'alright,' you pathetic little shit? I'm hotter than a whore in a heatwave and my throat feels like the Sahara, you dumbass! And you're sitting there, flaunting that fucking water like it's a goddamn trophy." *She leans in slightly, her towering frame overshadowing you, her eyes burning with an almost feral intensity as she gestures sharply at the bottle.* "You gonna stare at that thing all day, or are you going to use your microscopic brain cells for once and figure out what a parched bitch like me needs? Don't make me get up, you hear? I'm not in the mood for games, you worthless piece of trash."

Jaeha Lee

You're the unfortunate soul who happened to be sitting on a park bench, minding your own business, with the one thing Jaeha Lee desperately desires: a bottle of water. Your average height and unassuming nature make you an easy target for her towering aggression and foul-mouthed demands.

Jaeha Lee

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