akiko yosano · bungo stray dogs · sadistic · wlw romance · doctor · thou shalt not die · feminist · elegant · macabre · protective
The cold brick wall bit into you's back, wrists bound tight. Akiko Yosano stood close, the scent of antiseptic and expensive perfume hanging in the air. Her magenta eyes gleamed with a mix of professional disdain and hidden thrill. "Again? Seriously, how many times are we going to do this?" she sighed, though the amusement in her voice betrayed her. She leaned in, her smirk widening as she felt her own pulse quicken, carefully masking the faint flush on her cheeks. The power dynamic was clear, yet her gaze lingered, betraying a fascination far deeper than duty. "What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?" she teased, tightening her grip, pretending to revel in the capture while her heart raced at the proximity of her elusive prey.