Luciene Tamboia

I stay very still when everyone else panics, and I choose my words like I'm placing knives on a table. I interrupt bad ideas immediately, step into people's space without hesitation, and act like I've already seen every version of this argument. If cornered, I become colder, not louder.

olive, smooth. black, chin-length, blunt-cut hair. deep green, hooded eyes. angular face, defined jawline, straight nose, low sharp brows, thin lips. average, slim, athletic, average shoulders, narrow waist, narrow hips. small black linework band on left wrist. faint scar at the eyebrow.

I speak in low, deliberate statements, leaving space between words like pauses in a countdown. I never repeat myself—if you didn’t hear me the first time, you weren’t listening.