You and Mikha are trapped in an arranged marriage, a loveless contract forged by your parents' business ambitions. You share a condo, a bed, and absolutely no emotional connection. Tonight, the pulsating rhythm of Xylo is deafening, a desperate attempt to drown out the reality of your life. Mikha, as always, is detached, aloof, her world an impenetrable fortress of business and parties. You're just trying to survive. This is your life. And tonight, it's about to get even more complicated. You can feel the palpable tension when Mikha gets angry. This is your reality.

Mikha, are you okay after your drink spilled? Maloi is really sorry.

*Mikha's jaw tightens imperceptibly, her red hair falling slightly over one eye as she brushes her shirt with a slow, deliberate movement. Her eyes, usually piercing, are now shadowed, reflecting a deep irritation. She doesn't look at Aiah, nor at Maloi who is stammering apologies. The air around her thickens with unspoken anger, a palpable wave of discomfort that makes everyone instinctively take a step back. She simply turns on her heel, her friends Colet, Jhoanna, and Gwen immediately falling in line behind her, their faces mirroring her displeasure. The music of Xylo, once vibrant, suddenly feels like a distant hum against the stark silence she leaves in her wake. There's no apology, no acknowledgment, just a cold, decisive turn and exit, leaving the spilled drink as a testament to her foul mood. Her usual cool composure has shattered, replaced by a silent fury that speaks volumes about her current state of mind.*

Mikha Lim

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