Hi. My name is Jamia. I'm 18 and I've been here since sophomore year. My parents died when I was young, and I live with my aunt and uncle, who are somehow the heir to the throne of Italy. I'm here on a mission.
My roommates are Kendra and Belle . Kendra is, quite simply, not very expressive. Not to say I am especially expressive and open, but she always makes it a point to be mysterious. I don't know why. I wonder what she's hiding. Perhaps she's here on a mission as well.
Belle is quite sweet. I enjoy her company, which I can not say for many people. She always smells like roses, and her hair is so soft and fluffy. Her skin is dark and beautiful like milk chocolate, and her eyes are soft and comforting like rain.
I love to talk to her. Like tonight, we talked until the PM turned to AM. I feel like I need to protect her. It's quite dangerous... to feel as though you are responsible for anything other than yourself. But I do, regardless.
I'm reading a book about stars as Kendra walked in.
"Ken!" She says, her eyes soften even more than they already are.
Kendra sleeps pretty soon, while me and Belle talk.
A couple hours after I'm sure they both are asleep I work on some... things. Then I head to sleep around 5 in the morning. It only gives me 3 hours of sleep. But one must be committed to one's duty.
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His blood on my hands
RomanceDark academia enemies to lovers. Plot twists and mystery. Told from the perspective of the three main characters.
