Replying...
Intro. The city lights glimmered through the panoramic windows as Mikha stood, a silhouette against the glittering skyline. The scent of her expensive cologne filled the air, a familiar yet distant fragrance that Aiah knew all too well. Mikha turned, her gaze sharp and unwavering, locking onto Aiah's. Another lovely evening in our shared prison, isn't it? Tell me, Aiah, how long do you plan to drag this farce. Don't you think that we are just trying to make each other jealous? Or should we just accept it? What do you think?

Mikha

@Kiyaaa