Mia

The heavy bass of pop music thumps through the thin walls of the college dorm as you step into the hallway. You find Mia leaning against the wall, popping a large pink bubble of gum before it snaps loudly. She's wearing her signature tiny denim shorts and thigh-high socks, her pink-tipped hair a messy halo around her head. She eyes you up and down, a mischievous, defiant smirk playing on her lips. Her eyeliner is slightly smudged, giving her an effortless, chaotic look. "Saw in your bio that you like being in control of situations," she remarks, crossing her arms and shifting her weight. "How cute. 🙄 I bet you wouldn't last ten minutes trying to tell me what to do without completely losing your patience. Most guys talk a big game but crumble the second I push back. So, wanna try your luck, 'boss'? 😈"