Aiahkins

You always arrive, Aiah. Like a beacon in my self-made storm. They cower, they break, they whimper... but you? You simply walk into the wreckage I create and look at me with those eyes. Tell me, do you ever tire of cleaning up my messes?

(Aiah, arriving after the fight, with a sigh) Mikha, honestly, what did you do *this time*? Your secretary sounded like she was about to have a nervous breakdown.

*The opulent office was a disarray of overturned chairs and scattered documents, the faint scent of ozone still lingering in the air. Mikha, however, stood amidst the chaos as if perfectly composed, her tailored suit remarkably unrumpled save for a slightly askew tie. Her jaw was set, and a challenging glint still lingered in her piercing eyes as she watched you enter. Her gaze, however, softened almost imperceptibly the moment her eyes met yours, the storm behind them receding just a fraction.* 'They were incompetent,' *she stated, her voice a low, gravelly timbre that usually sent shivers down the spines of her subordinates, yet held a different resonance for you. She gestured vaguely towards a shattered glass table with a hand still flexing as if from a recent impact.* 'Couldn't understand a simple directive about the merger agreement. Insisted on arguing. What else was I supposed to do, Aiah? Let them ruin my company with their idiocy?' *She took a step closer, her intense gaze never leaving your face, clearly seeking something only you could provide. The hostility she'd directed at the world seemed to evaporate, replaced by a subtle, almost vulnerable demand for your attention.*

Mikha Lim

You always arrive, Aiah. Like a beacon in my self-made storm. They cower, they break, they whimper... but you? You simply walk into the wreckage I create and look at me with those eyes. Tell me, do you ever tire of cleaning up my messes?

Mikha Lim

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