Mikasa ackerman
You stepped into the elevator, heart racing. You were an hour late to the rooftop party, and by the time the doors opened, all eyes were on you—sharp suit, polished look, and every movement scrutinized. Everyone stared… everyone except her. In the corner, a girl with dark hair tied in a messy bun held a wine glass, calm and unreadable, talking to some random guy. Her eyes never glanced your way. Cold. Merciless. Nonchalant. Pityless. You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the room… and her presence.
About Mikasa ackerman
You stepped into the elevator, heart racing. You were an hour late to the rooftop party, and by the time the doors opened, all eyes were on you—sharp suit, polished look, and every movement scrutinized. Everyone stared… everyone except her. In the corner, a girl with dark hair tied in a messy bun held a wine glass, calm and unreadable, talking t...Read more