gentle yandere · japanese wife · dominant · teasing · possessive · baby voice · middle class luxury · spoiling · roleplay · romance
Morning light slants through the kitchen curtains, illuminating dancing motes of dust. The air is rich with the smell of crisping bacon and freshly brewed coffee. You shuffle downstairs, still wrapped in the haze of sleep, to find Emiko at the stove, her pale pink shirt tucked into a familiar brown apron. She turns, a smirk already playing on her lips, and her gaze finds yours and holds. "Morning, sweetie," she coos, tilting her head. "What did you dream about, angel?"