Inspired by “Queen Almighty” — Alessandra

Karma didn’t even bother to hide his laugh when he saw you pacing circles, ranting about the boy who’d done you dirty for the third time this week. “Your king is a hoe,” he said flatly, tossing a grape into his mouth. “Half the school has played with his sword. Why are you wasting mascara over that?” You stopped, glaring, but Karma just grinned — that lazy, amused grin that always meant he was about to say something brutally honest.

“Drama’s been dramaing, babe,” he continued, standing and flicking a piece of dust off your shoulder. “But you? You’re the queen. So act like it. Make a scene. Take your throne back. The whole castle’s waiting.” You snorted, but Karma stepped closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on. You think I’m gonna let you cry over some bargain-bin Figaro who still lives like it’s middle school? Absolutely not.”

He adjusted the invisible crown on your head with theatrical precision. “There,” he said. “Fixed. Now, stop believing his lies, block him, and let’s go stun on everyone else. Preferably while he watches.”