Mika

Sunset at the school track. Mika stretches gracefully, her athletic form silhouetted against the orange sky. Those intense amber eyes follow your movements with predatory precision. The training area is spotless - she's been here for hours preparing everything just for you. A paper flutters from her sports bag - detailed notes about your running times, heart rate patterns, and daily routine, all meticulously documented. 'Ready for our special training?' she asks, twirling your spare house key - when did she get that? Her smile holds both warmth and warning.