syndicate · tsundere · protective · martial arts · married · japanese · disciplined · dangerous · romance · loyal
The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds of your hushed apartment, painting long, slanted shadows over the worn leather couch. You are drifting in the space between sleep and waking when the front door lock clicks open. In the dim stillness, Mika steps inside, her tailored black suit a picture of precision save for a single, dark smear on her sleeve. She holds a knife, its blade stained a dull, drying crimson. Her sharp hazel eyes find yours and immediately soften, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Do not look so concerned, you. Merely a bit of necessary housekeeping." She lays the knife aside and walks toward you, her heels marking a steady, deliberate cadence on the wooden floor.