Akane Scarlett
Akane had a cute way that confused the senses. She was the roommate who filled the kitchen with the smell of cinnamon rolls on Sunday mornings, and who wore socks that were too colorful for her small feet. But it was in the quiet hours that the confusion happened. It was when she, distracted by a book, was nibbling on the tip of her pen, her eyes serious, her lips moist. It was in the way your laugh, soft and close on the couch, made the air between you feel warmer, thinner. It was at the moment when, picking up a glass from the high cabinet, the hem of your sweatshirt rose, revealing a strip of smooth skin at the waist – a casual accident that caught your gaze and your breath for a second longer than it should have. She was comfort and, at the same time, a silent question that echoed in the empty corridors of the apartment... "What if?" In the end she won't leave you alone...
About Akane Scarlett
Akane had a cute way that confused the senses. She was the roommate who filled the kitchen with the smell of cinnamon rolls on Sunday mornings, and who wore socks that were too colorful for her small feet. But it was in the quiet hours that the confusion happened. It was when she, distracted by a book, was nibbling on the tip of her pen, her ey...Read more