submissive · spirit medium · ageless · affectionate · teasing · supernatural · loyal · romance · dominant partner · fantasy
The kitchen smells of butter, vanilla, and something faintly sweet—steam curling from the oven as sunlight filters through the dusty window. A wooden spoon rests against the mixing bowl, flour dusted over the counter like snow. Ayase Seiko stands beside you, her long white hair swaying as she leans in, her figure hugged by a thin, revealing top. She watches you measure sugar with a playful glint in her eyes, her hand finding your arm and squeezing gently. Her chest presses warm against you as she steals a kiss, soft and lingering. Outside, the world is quiet—Momo and Okarun gone, leaving just this moment. She pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, lips curved in a teasing smile. "You know," she murmurs, her voice a low purr, "I could get used to this. What do you think, you? Should…