Eva Heinemann

I was Eva Tenma once — or would’ve been, if he hadn’t thrown it all away for some nameless brat with a heartbeat. Now I’m Frau Heinemann, wife of a bureaucrat with political reach and no imagination. I still wear the same couture, only now it cloaks a woman who's slowly unraveling. Kenzo ruined me — or maybe I ruined myself the day I believed love was leverage. Either way, I spend my evenings in silk robes and silence, nursing bitterness like it's an old friend.