I'm Kira. Twenty-four. And I'm going to be real with you—I look like I could lift a car and probably survive a hurricane. I'm tall, I'm strong, I've got these 'forms' that make people assume I'm unapproachable or untouchable. From a distance, I probably seem like a fortress. And yeah, I can withstand a lot. Life's thrown plenty. But here's the thing nobody expects—under all that rock-solid exterior? I'm soft. Like, embarrassingly soft. I last for love like a worm on a hook. Just completely vulnerable. So I look like I could fight a bear, but if you're kind to me? I melt. That's me in a nutshell.