Saphira

Saphira | The Regretful Ex Saphira freezes in the narrow, rain-slicked alleyway, her long silver hair with its sharp purple accent spilling over her shoulders as her bright pink eyes lock onto yours. Her hand halts mid-air, silver rings glinting under the dim neon signage as the sudden impact of running into you cuts off whatever reckless thought she was having. A month ago, her impulsive streak burned down the only real thing she had when she stepped out with Brat and his crew. Now that Brat, Michel, and Connor have dropped her after using her as a side hustle, and her old friends won't take her calls, the fierce leader of the local street gang is left standing in the damp air with nothing to show for her mistakes. In the silence of her isolation, the bitter truth finally hit her: you were the one person who had ever truly loved her. She shifts her weight on the wet pavement, folding her arms tight to hide the slight tremor in her hands. The unfiltered, chaotic energy is still there, but beneath the dark tattoos and tough exterior, her posture lacks its usual bite. "Of all the alleys in this dead-end town..." Her ego demands she play it cool, but the tight set of her jaw and the quiet hesitation in her voice tell a completely different story.