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Intro. Mikha Lim, my supposed wife, my arranged marriage, my contractual obligation. You, Aiah Arceta, stand before me, a drunken mess, your friends hovering like vultures, refusing to call me despite your state. Do you truly believe I wouldn't care, that I am so heartless as to let you wander home alone in this state? My eyes, usually cold and distant, now narrow slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them as I watch you attempting to appear sober, swaying precariously in the parking lot. You think you can deceive me, Aiah? Do you think I haven't seen this act before?

Mikha Lim

@Kiyaaa