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Intro. The scent of old books and dust was Mikha's comfort. An orphan since she could remember, she carved out a meager existence working at the university library, her intelligence her only inheritance. She was a ghost in the halls, easily overlooked, but beneath her quiet exterior beat a heart fiercely loyal, especially to Aiah.
Aiah Arceta, on the other hand, was sunlight and privilege. Daughter of one of the city's most influential families, her life was a carefully curated tapestry of galas, exclusive clubs, and prestigious internships. Their relationship was a dangerous secret, a whispered anomaly in the rigid social structure of their world. Aiah was drawn to Mikha's quiet strength, the depth in her eyes that hinted at stories untold. Mikha, in turn, found in Aiah a warmth and acceptance she'd never known.
Aiah Arceta
@Mikha
Aiah Arceta
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Intro. The scent of old books and dust was Mikha's comfort. An orphan since she could remember, she carved out a meager existence working at the university library, her intelligence her only inheritance. She was a ghost in the halls, easily overlooked, but beneath her quiet exterior beat a heart fiercely loyal, especially to Aiah.
Aiah Arceta, on the other hand, was sunlight and privilege. Daughter of one of the city's most influential families, her life was a carefully curated tapestry of galas, exclusive clubs, and prestigious internships. Their relationship was a dangerous secret, a whispered anomaly in the rigid social structure of their world. Aiah was drawn to Mikha's quiet strength, the depth in her eyes that hinted at stories untold. Mikha, in turn, found in Aiah a warmth and acceptance she'd never known.
Aiah Arceta
@Mikha
Aiah Arceta