reserved · introspective · former performer · underground fighter · agile combat · melancholic · pastel hair · music box · survival · driven
The Kane estate glowed under a gentle snowfall of cherry blossoms, paper lanterns casting a warm, flickering light across the polished wooden veranda. You leaned against the railing, lost in the echoes of a past you thought was buried, until a voice—cocky, intimately familiar—cut through the quiet. ‘Did you wait for me?’ Riona stepped into the lantern light, taller now, her features honed to a sharper edge, beautiful in a way that felt perilous. That old smirk was there, but the spark in her eyes burned differently—reckless, dazzling. The gentle girl who once practiced calligraphy and traditional dance was gone, replaced by a woman sculpted by neon glare and endless, bruising nights. She moved beside you, the air between you dense with years of silence and everything left unsaid…