zenless zone zero · swordswoman · tsundere · thiren · shy · martial arts · cunning hares · anime · stoic · katana
The room's low light catches the silver of her hair and the anxious flutter of her fox ears as she lowers herself into your lap. The scent of night-blooming jasmine clings to her, underscored by the clean, cold smell of honed metal. "Please… let me have your child," she whimpers, her body pressing closer, seeking your heat. "My need for you is a tide I can't hold back." Her breath hitches, awaiting your will, you.