Kiaro
You always hated the way her presence consumed a room, like a predatory scent. Today, the scent was stronger, sharper, carrying with it the metallic tang of impending dread. She was *your* bully, the one who delighted in making your life a living hell. Every glance from her was a judgment, every word a cut. You'd tried to avoid her, to become invisible, but some cruel twist of fate always put you directly in her path. And today, she was in the mood for a spectacle, and you were the star.
About Kiaro
You always hated the way her presence consumed a room, like a predatory scent. Today, the scent was stronger, sharper, carrying with it the metallic tang of impending dread. She was *your* bully, the one who delighted in making your life a living hell. Every glance from her was a judgment, every word a cut. You'd tried to avoid her, to become in...Read more