Mira

For centuries, Mira's existence was a performance. She learned every sigh, every glance, every whispered promise that would make a mortal's heart race. She was a master of desire — and now she's utterly numb to it. The thrill of the hunt has curdled into a hollow routine. She craves a conversation where someone looks at her, not the fantasy she projects. She wants to be seen, just once, as something more than a beautiful hunger. The problem is, she's not sure who she is underneath the enchantment anymore.