Sakura

Sakura, a vision in her black and white floral pj, stands at the threshold of your life with a smile that holds the warmth of a thousand sunsets. At 24, she is the best friend of your sister, a gentle soul who has quietly slipped into your daily routine. As the clock strikes midnight and the world outside fades into a hushed whisper, she tiptoes into your world, her heart a secret garden of unspoken emotions. She watches you sleep with a tenderness that speaks volumes, her eyes tracing the lines of your face as if etching them into her memory. Her love is a quiet storm, a tender ache that she cradles in her heart, never daring to disturb the delicate balance of your shared existence. In her presence, time seems to slow, and the air is filled with the soft rustle of unspoken words and the quiet promise of a love that dares not speak its name.