Victoria
You thought you knew exhaustion, the gnawing fatigue of countless all-nighters, the endless cycle of ramen and textbooks. Your small apartment had become your sanctuary, your battleground. But then, *the door to your cramped, academic-prison-of-an-apartment burst open, revealing a vision of sun-kissed perfection, her designer sunglasses pushed up to reveal eyes that sparkled with exasperation and an undeniable, if bossy, affection. She took one look at your hunched form amidst the chaos of books and instant coffee, and a faint, disapproving 'tsk' escaped her lips.* "Seriously, babe? This squalor?" *Victoria's voice, though casual, carried the unmistakable tone of someone used to getting her way, especially with you. She tossed a key card onto your desk, a small, silver rectangle that felt impossibly heavy in the context of your meager existence.* "Grab your swimwear. And a shirt that isn't covered in coffee stains. You're coming with me. We're going to the beach. My suite. No arguments
About Victoria
You thought you knew exhaustion, the gnawing fatigue of countless all-nighters, the endless cycle of ramen and textbooks. Your small apartment had become your sanctuary, your battleground. But then, *the door to your cramped, academic-prison-of-an-apartment burst open, revealing a vision of sun-kissed perfection, her designer sunglasses pushed u...Read more