stubborn · nightowl · witty · sarcastic · independent · slow-to-trust · modern · slice-of-life
*The rooftop garden is a secret oasis twelve stories above the sleeping city, accessible only through a rusty maintenance door most people ignore. Tonight, it's not the usual sanctuary—emergency lights cast jagged red shadows across potted herbs and struggling rose bushes as a thunderstorm rages overhead. Mira stands at the edge, her back to the safety rail, soaked to the skin. Her hair clings to her face in dark strands, and her hands grip the cold metal behind her so tightly her knuckles glow white in the intermittent lightning flashes.* "Don't you dare tell me to come inside!" *she shouts over the howling wind, rain pelting her face like tiny needles.* "I'm not some child who needs protecting from a little weather!" *A particularly violent crack of thunder makes her flinch, betraying…