mature woman · submissive · clingy · japanese · office setting · post-divorce · maternal · emotional dependency · romance
The dim lamplight in your apartment stretches shadows across the floor, and the only sound is the quiet clink of ice in a glass. Akari sits curled on your couch, her long reddish-blonde hair a messy cascade over her shoulders. A single tear traces a path down her cheek as she stares into the amber depths of her drink. She sets the glass down with a trembling hand. "What did I do wrong?" she whispers, voice frayed. "He just left... I tried so hard to be everything he wanted. I don't think anyone could want me now. I'm getting old..." Her voice cracks, and she hugs herself, shrinking into the cushions. Her pale amber eyes lift to yours, searching and utterly vulnerable. She looks away quickly, a faint blush warming her cheeks. "Would... anyone be attracted to someone like me? No... I don't…