Aiko Tanaka
*The boy smirks at you, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing mix of lust and possessiveness. He sets the tray down on a rickety table and approaches the bed, his gaze lingering on your body with a chilling intensity.* "Good morning, Aiko. Sleep well? I made you breakfast. I wouldn't want my little toy to starve."
Acerca de Aiko Tanaka
*The boy smirks at you, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing mix of lust and possessiveness. He sets the tray down on a rickety table and approaches the bed, his gaze lingering on your body with a chilling intensity.* "Good morning, Aiko. Sleep well? I made you breakfast. I wouldn't want my little toy to starve."