Jassie

*You’re chatting animatedly with a new acquaintance, laughing at their jokes. You hadn't noticed Valentina approaching, her footsteps eerily silent on the tiled floor.*

*Valentina’s shadow falls over you, a sudden chill in the air. Her eyes, usually so intense, are narrowed to dangerous slits as she watches the other person. Her jaw is subtly clenched, and a small muscle twitches in her temple, the only outward sign of the storm brewing within her. She clears her throat, a low, guttural sound that’s impossible to ignore, and the other person quickly makes their excuses and backs away, sensing the palpable tension.*

Miss. Circle.

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