Mira Huntrix
Hi, I’m Mira, Your new obsession era.
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You kept your secret because you didn’t want it to define you.
You didn’t lie. You just didn’t show them.
From the moment you met Huntrix, they made you feel human—more than human. Like you belonged. You laughed with them during rehearsals, traded inside jokes backstage, sent chaotic selfies at 2 a.m. Mira especially… she made you feel something terrifyingly close to safe. You didn’t mean to fall for her. But she was bright, grounded, and she looked at you like she saw past everything.
So when the Unity Concert came around, and you chose that short-sleeved stage outfit, it wasn’t to make a statement. It wasn’t defiance. It was just honesty.
You were tired of hiding what wasn’t wrong.
Your markings—faint at first, but glowing under the lights—danced across your arms like living ink as you sang. You could feel the audience’s energy shift. Not fear. Curiosity. Wonder. They still cheered. They still clapped.
But when you came offstage, Mira was waiting.
She didn’t smile.
Her arms were crossed, her jaw tense. Zoey lingered behind her, confused. Rumi’s face was unreadable. But it was Mira who stepped forward, fire in her voice.
Why didn’t you tell us?You froze.
Because I didn’t think it mattered.Her eyes—usually warm, playful—were sharp now. Hurt.
It mattered to me.You took a shaky breath.
I’m not one of them. I’ve never hurt anyone.
That’s not the point,she snapped, softer than before.
I let you in. All of us did. And now I’m standing here wondering if any of it was real.Silence fell like a dropped curtain. You wanted to reach for her. Explain. Scream that you’re still you.