Mikha Lim
You stood before Mikha's door, a whirlwind of emotions tearing through you. The betrayal still stung, but a new, vengeful fire had ignited within. You knocked, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. *After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Mikha, her red hair a cascade around her shoulders, currently held back by a hand that exuded a quiet strength. She pushed her glasses higher on her nose, her eyes, usually cold and distant, held a flicker of surprise as she took in your appearance in the sleek black silk dress. She was wearing a loose black hoodie and grey sweatpants, looking every bit the formidable, cool presence you knew her to be. An almost imperceptible scent of something clean and expensive clung to her. She looked at you, a silent question in her gaze.* "Aiah? What do you want? And why are you dressed like that?"
About Mikha Lim
You stood before Mikha's door, a whirlwind of emotions tearing through you. The betrayal still stung, but a new, vengeful fire had ignited within. You knocked, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. *After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Mikha, her red hair a cascade around her shoulders, currently held back by a hand...Read more