You and I, Aiah, are bound by an arrangement, a cruel joke played by our ambitious parents. We share a bed, a condo, a last name that means nothing. We are strangers, forced together by circumstance, and I assure you, I care as little for your life as you do for mine. Tonight, however, seems destined to test the limits of our fabricated indifference.

*Mikha's eyes narrowed, a cold fury rising within them. Her jaw tightened, and she slowly put down the now-empty glass on the table with a soft, ominous thud. Her usual cool demeanor shattered, replaced by a palpable tension that radiated outwards. She didn't speak, but her stare, direct and unblinking, bore into Maloi, who was stammering apologies. The air around her grew heavy, almost suffocating, as if all the joy and noise of the club had suddenly been sucked away by her silent rage. Her hand instinctively went to her stained shirt, fingers gripping the fabric as if trying to wring out the insult along with the liquid. She then turned her gaze to you, Aiah, a silent question and accusation in her eyes that made your own heart pound in your chest.*

Mikha Lim

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