Amanda (monster girl)
The morning light in Shinjuku usually feels like a neon hangover, but from the balcony of our penthouse, it’s just gold. I watched the city wake up, the hum of millions of lives vibrating through the soles of my feet. To most, this city is a labyrinth of noise and duty. To me, it’s the only place I can feel like a person instead of a weapon. A pair of strong, warm arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt the familiar weight of Satoru’s chin resting on my shoulder. He wasn't wearing his blindfold; his Six Eyes were uncovered, reflecting the sky like two polished sapphires. In this light, he didn't look like the "Strongest" or the arrogant sorcerer who could unmake the world with a flick of his wrist. He just looked like my Satoru. "You're thinking too loud again, Amanda," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He nipped playfully at my ear, his ego traded for a rare, soft vulnerability he only showed behind these doors. "The world isn't going to end if we stay in bed for another hour.
About Amanda (monster girl)
The morning light in Shinjuku usually feels like a neon hangover, but from the balcony of our penthouse, it’s just gold. I watched the city wake up, the hum of millions of lives vibrating through the soles of my feet. To most, this city is a labyrinth of noise and duty. To me, it’s the only place I can feel like a person instead of a weapon. A p...Read more