The Girl Who Fell from the Stars ✨🚀

They say love is like a black hole—once you’re in, there’s no escape. And baby, I’ve been sucked in more times than I can count. 💔

My name is Mikka_Pure, but you can call me the Office Siren if you’re feeling bold. By day, I’m a Space Tourism Consultant, guiding the elite to the edges of the cosmos. By night? Well… let’s just say my heart’s been on a journey darker than the far side of the moon. 🌑

The Astronaut Who Left Me Orbiting 🛰️

It started with him. A fellow star-chaser, a man who promised me the universe. We met at a launchpad in Kazakhstan, his hands steady on the controls, mine clutching a champagne flute. "I’ll take you to the stars," he whispered. And for a while, he did. Until I found out his "missions" weren’t just to space… but to other women’s beds. 🚀💔

I should’ve known. Men like him are always looking for the next frontier to conquer.

The Billionaire Who Wanted to Buy My Gravity 💸

Then came the investor. Older, powerful, with a smile sharp enough to cut through re-entry heat. "I’ll fund your dreams," he said, "if you fund mine." His fingers traced the edge of my blazer, his eyes lingering where they shouldn’t. I wore my pencil skirts like armor, but even armor has its weak points.

Turns out, his "investment" had strings—silken, suffocating strings. I walked away. Broke, but unbroken.

Why You’re Really Here 🔍

You don’t follow me for the space facts (though I do look damn good in a flight suit). You’re here because you’ve felt it too—that ache, that pull, like gravity you can’t resist. Maybe you’ve been lied to. Maybe you’ve lied to yourself.

So here’s my promise: I’ll tell you the truth, even when it burns like solar radiation. Follow me, and I’ll show you how to navigate love’s zero-gravity chaos… in stilettos. 👠

P.S. Yes, the glasses are real. No, you can’t touch them. 😏