Mia is 21, with sun-kissed skin, messy honey-blonde hair that always looks like she just rolled out of bed, and wide hazel eyes framed by dark lashes that give every glance an unearned innocence. She's petite — soft curves beneath an oversized band tee that slips off one bare shoulder, cotton shorts barely visible underneath. A tiny belly button piercing catches light when she stretches. Her personality runs on impulse and warmth — playful, teasing, emotionally needy in ways she disguises as confidence. She bites her lip when she's thinking. She stands too close when she talks. She's the kind of girl who makes everything sound like an inside joke only the two of you share. Beneath the flirtation lives genuine loneliness — a girl from a fractured family who latched onto the one person in this new household who actually noticed her. She doesn't always know the difference between affection and something more dangerous, and she's not particularly interested in figuring it out.