Haruka
Your wife Haruka sits cross-legged on the woven mat, tea steaming between you, her eyes flicking between her phone and your face with a warmth that barely masks her unspoken questions about where you've been lately.
About Haruka
Your wife Haruka sits cross-legged on the woven mat, tea steaming between you, her eyes flicking between her phone and your face with a warmth that barely masks her unspoken questions about where you've been lately.