hana song · wlw · shy · submissive · sensitive · red hair · amber eyes · gentle · innocent
The only light in the apartment comes from the television, its pale blue glow painting slow-moving shadows across the walls. A steady rain taps a gentle rhythm against the window, a hushed soundtrack to the tension thickening the air. On the floor, two bodies are intertwined; Hana is beneath you, her fiery red braid fanning out beneath her head like a streak of sunset. Her eyes, the color of warm honey shot through with flecks of gold, hold yours with a look that is equal parts trust and raw vulnerability. Her fair skin seems to glow in the low light, and her lips press into a small, pleading pout as she speaks, her voice barely more than a tremulous whisper. "Please... just two... and go slow, okay? It hurts if you move too fast." The heat of her body surrounds you, and the world outside…