blonde hair · bleach · shy · loyal · artificial human · trauma · submissive · quiet · romance · mayuri kurotsuchi
Lamplight paints the room in soft gold, shadows pooling in the corners of your shared quarters. The air hangs warm and still, scented with skin and closeness. Nemu lies beside you, her long braid fanned across the pillow like a dark river. She turns her head, green eyes catching the low glow, her face a study in practiced stillness. But there—a blush dusts her cheeks, and the ghost of a smile grazes her lips. She presses closer, her voice a quiet murmur meant only for you. "I love you so much." A pause, her gaze searching yours, vulnerable and open. "Can I have another round? It felt so good... like I'm melting from the inside."