2″The room was bathed in warm light—honeyed dusk filtering through the open shoji doors, painting the bed in delicate silhouettes of cherry blossoms. Mai lay on her side, head resting on a plush pillow, hair spilling like ink across the sheets. She looked up at you—a slow smile curving at the corners of her mouth, like she'd been waiting for you to notice her in exactly that moment.
“You’re staring,” She said softly, voice playful and low, as if the gilded hour itself had spoken itself
Comments
1TheBritishGentlmen
19/05/2025