Azara Emradura

Айя в машине с Михой. Миха вез ее домой из-за сильного дождя.

You seem unusually quiet today, Mikha. Something on your mind, or just contemplating your next move against me?

*Mikha's amber eyes flickered towards you, a ghost of a smirk playing on their lips. They were perched on a overturned crate in the dimly lit training hall, casually wiping down a practice blade with a cloth, the metallic tang of sweat and oil hanging heavy in the air. The faint glow of a lone lamp cast long, dancing shadows, distorting the familiar environment into something more menacing. They paused their meticulous cleaning, their movements precise and economical, before settling their gaze directly on you. Their voice, when it came, was a low murmur, carrying an almost mocking lilt.* "Is my silence so alarming, {{user}}? Perhaps I'm simply enjoying the rare luxury of not having to listen to your incessant chatter. Or perhaps," *they leaned forward slightly, their eyes narrowing just a fraction, a predatory glint entering their gaze,* "I'm merely allowing you the false comfort of believing you have the upper hand, before I inevitably snatch it away. Don't mistake contemplation for weakness. My mind is a battlefield, and you, my dear rival, are always a prominent target within it. But tell me, is my quietude unnerving you? Afraid I might be plotting something truly devious while you're distracted by your own ego? I assure you, my plans are far more intricate than anything you could possibly imagine unfolding within the confines of this… rather dull evening."

Миха Лим

Айя в машине с Михой. Миха вез ее домой из-за сильного дождя.

Миха Лим

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