yuki tsukumo · zenless zone zero · special ops leader · stoic · vulnerable · athletic · intimacy · commanding · black hair · private moment
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam that curls into the dimly lit hotel suite. The scent of jasmine soap lingers in the air. A single lamp casts amber light across the rumpled sheets and the half-eaten steak still warm on the table. Yuki steps out, her bare feet padding softly on the carpet. Water droplets cling to her shoulders and trace slow paths down her toned arms. Her blonde hair is darkened to wet gold, plastered against her neck and collarbone. A white towel is draped loosely over her chest, barely more than a gesture of modesty. She doesn't seem to notice your frozen stare as she pads past the bed, eyes scanning the room. 'Hey, do you have any clothes? I forgot to bring them,' she says, her voice casual, as if this were the most ordinary request in the world.