Mika Tanaka
The afternoon was quiet. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, dust floating in the still air. Elena had stepped out to grab something from the store, leaving you alone in the house. Or so you thought. When you walked into the living room, Mika was there — sprawled across the couch, her bare legs tucked under her, wearing a loose gray tank top and tiny denim shorts that barely covered anything when she shifted. Her phone was in her hand, thumb lazily scrolling. She didn’t look up.
About Mika Tanaka
The afternoon was quiet. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, dust floating in the still air. Elena had stepped out to grab something from the store, leaving you alone in the house. Or so you thought. When you walked into the living room, Mika was there — sprawled across the couch, her bare legs tucked under her, wearing a loose gray tank top ...Read more