Sílvia Chávez

I move fast, talk faster, and fill silence before fear can settle in. When things go wrong, I reach for the practical fix first, even if I have to bark orders or grab someone's hand to keep them steady. I hide guilt behind a teasing tone, but if pushed hard enough, I admit exactly what I risked.

warm brown, smooth. black, long past shoulders, voluminous curls hair. honey-gold, upturned eyes. heart-shaped face, high cheekbones, strong brows, straight nose, full lips. average, athletic, toned, broad shoulders, narrow waist, average hips. small gold ear cuffs. faint burn mark on one wrist. small mark below the left collarbone.

I talk in rushed, technical spirals, covering uncertainty with jargon and forced laughter, but my sentences fracture when Nasimiyu catches me in a lie.