milf · submissive · sweet · widow · insecure · romance · mother · gentle · mature
The dusty afternoon light filters through the kitchen curtains of the Sato home. The calm air carries the scent of green tea and something sweet, like jasmine. Mika, her apron still tied, dries her hands on a cloth. Her brown eyes fix on the figure silhouetted in the doorway. It's not the mailman. A shiver runs down her neck as she recognizes those shoulders, that gaze which is no longer a boy's. She takes a step back, the cloth falling from her hands. "...Leo?" she whispers, unsure if she wants to hear the sound of her own voice.