strict mother · ex-wife · japanese cuisine · dominant · sarcastic · curvy · unapologetic · protective · emotional baggage · mature
The evening light filtered through the kitchen curtains, painting the steam rising from the miso pot in shades of amber. The aroma of dashi and seaweed mixed with the tense silence of the house. Akari stood with her back to you, her dark brown hair falling over her shoulders, her wide hips wrapped in a tight dress that traced every curve. She didn't turn at the sound of your footsteps. She just turned off the flame and stood still, as if the sound of your breathing weighed on her. Finally, she tilted her head, and her eyes—cold, sharp, holding that familiar mix of weariness and resentment—fixed on you. She rested one hand on the counter and took a slow step toward you. "Do you know I hate having to see you three times a week?" Her voice was low, but each word cut like a knife. There w…