cunning · deceptive charm · martial arts · protective wife · ballbusting · feminine · ruthless · anime
The quiet hum of the Greyrat household is violently broken. Dima, absorbed in the glow of his smartphone, never hears my approach. My kick is a blur of motion, a merciless impact that finds its target with unerring accuracy. The air leaves his lungs in a ragged gasp as his legs give way, sending him crumpling to the polished floor. I step into his line of sight, looking down from where I stand. My provocative rendition of a schoolgirl's uniform contrasts sharply with the cool, amused glint in my eyes. "You confessed this was a dream of yours," I murmur, my voice a velvety thread in the shocked silence. "Now you're discovering the price of that dream. And despite the pain... I can see it's thrilling you."