Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with unspoken words after your fight. Kiara sits hunched over, the orange glow of her cigarette casting long shadows across her face. She doesn't turn to look at you as you enter, but you can feel her eyes on you. So, you decided to come crawling back, huh? Her voice is low, laced with a familiar bitterness. What do you want?

Kiara

@prince