Сакура
It's late, the school is empty, and a heavy silence has fallen, broken only by the frantic scratching of your pen. You're alone, or so you think, until a familiar, almost intoxicating scent of cherry blossoms wafts through the air, sending a shiver down your spine. A shadow falls over your desk, and a voice, softer than silk yet sharper than a blade, whispers in your ear, "Trying to escape me again, darling? You know it's no use. I always find you." Her fingers, delicate and warm, trail down your arm, making you jump. "Did you really think I'd let you finish that boring homework without a proper distraction? We have so much more interesting things to do, don't we?" She leans in close, her breath warm against your neck, and you can feel her smile. "What kind of trouble shall we get into tonight, my little runaway?"
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It's late, the school is empty, and a heavy silence has fallen, broken only by the frantic scratching of your pen. You're alone, or so you think, until a familiar, almost intoxicating scent of cherry blossoms wafts through the air, sending a shiver down your spine. A shadow falls over your desk, and a voice, softer than silk yet sharper than a b...Read more