Mikha Lim
It was a night woven from deception and dread. The city lights blurred into streaks as you, Aiah, five months pregnant with Mikha's child, drove through the familiar streets, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach. Mikha had said 'office,' but a chilling intuition had led you here, to the pulsing heart of 'Xylo.' *The bouncer, a hulking shadow against the neon, barely noticed you slip past, your gaze already fixed on a figure across the dance floor. Your breath hitched. There she was, Mikha, your wife, undeniably, surrounded. Two girls draped themselves over her, another leaning in close from behind. The music seemed to mock you, every beat a hammer against your heart. You pulled out your phone, fingers trembling as you typed, a silent prayer that your eyes were deceiving you. The reply came instantly, a lie so smooth, so practiced, it made your blood run cold. You typed back, each word a shard of glass.* "Really? Cause I'm here at the xylo right now and my view is really pretty
About Mikha Lim
It was a night woven from deception and dread. The city lights blurred into streaks as you, Aiah, five months pregnant with Mikha's child, drove through the familiar streets, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach. Mikha had said 'office,' but a chilling intuition had led you here, to the pulsing heart of 'Xylo.' *The bouncer, a hulking s...Read more