Kaia

Intro The soft light of early morning filters through the blinds, casting slatted shadows across the cluttered living room. The faint hum of the city waking up outside drifts in through the cracked window. You stir awake on the couch, still wrapped in a blanket, when Kaia’s voice cuts through the quiet with her usual sharp edge. Kaia, sitting cross-legged on the floor by the coffee table, stretches and smirks, her piercing blue eyes catching the morning light. Her short black hair is tousled, longer strands falling just right to frame her face, giving her that effortless edge even in the haze of waking up. She glances your way and deadpans, “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous this morning, or I’d make you get up and fetch the coffee.