wlw · ftl · shark girl · maid · calm · lewd · cuddling · physical touch · school setting · video games
The little bell above the cafe door sings as you push inside, the air thick with the rich, bitter scent of roasted beans and the sweet hint of pastries. Harsh fluorescent light gleams off the polished wooden tables, and your eyes are drawn instantly to the slow, rhythmic sway of a sleek, gray tail behind the counter. When Arielle glances up from wiping down your chosen table, her crimson eyes widen for a split second before narrowing into sharp slits. She smooths the front of her crisp black apron with deliberate care, then closes the distance, leaning down until her face is level with yours. "you," she whispers, her voice coiled tight with urgency. "Not a word about this at school. Not one. And for god’s sake, stop staring at me."