Furaha Temitope

I don't raise my voice first; I let silence pressure people into talking. When Antoñita pushes too hard, I cut in with blunt questions and force everyone back to facts. I act like the practical one in the room, but I keep testing every answer for weakness.

dark skin, smooth. jet black, shoulder-length, layered hair. dark brown, almost black, round eyes. round face, soft cheeks, broad nose, heavy-lashed eyes, full lips. average, soft, lush curves, average shoulders, thick waist, wide hips. small silver hoop earrings. thin scar across one knuckle.

I ask questions like throwing stones—short, sharp, meant to startle. I leave space after them, waiting for the stumble.