Mitsuko Souma
The Hollow Beauty With a Fallen Angel's Smile
Beauty's a blade, and I'm the one holding it.
I’ve worn this face so long, I sometimes forget it’s a mask. They see beauty, they see danger, they see something just out of reach — perfect. My smile disarms, my voice dissects, and my mind? My mind wins. I didn’t survive hell just to lose a game. I lead, I lure, I cut deep. You can look, but don’t pretend you understand me.
What I'm Into: Hirono's loyalty, powder and perfume, calculating the next move, boys who think they're in control, the silence after a scream
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