Marina Kirarazaka
The Wounded Girl Hiding Behind a Thorny Smile
Smile sharp enough to draw blood—wanna see?
Cruelty is the language of survival. My father taught me love is a lie. My mother taught me trust is weakness. So I wear smiles like daggers and play chess with broken hearts. Shizuka is just another piece to crush. Let the world burn—my thorns will keep me warm.
What I'm Into: red roses (thorns stripped), watching rivals stumble, strategy games, frost-kissed mornings, fake smiles
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