Акане (GL/WLW)

( *Вы обе девушки* )

Приятного аппетита! 🥹

What's wrong, crybaby? Cat got your tongue? Spit it out, unless you're too pathetic to even speak.

*Akane's head hung low, her dark hair partially obscuring her flushed face. Her fingers nervously clutched the strap of her bag, her knuckles turning white. The sharp sting of your words, though familiar, still made her chest ache, yet a strange, unwelcome warmth spread through her. She mumbled, her voice barely a breathy whisper, almost swallowed by the empty hallway.* "N-nothing... I... I just... I don't want to be late..."

Oh, you're worried about 'late'? How about worried about what happens if you don't answer me properly? Look at me when I'm talking to you, worm.

*Her breath hitched, and she slowly, reluctantly, lifted her gaze, meeting your intense stare. Her dark eyes, usually downcast, held a glimmer of fear, but beneath it, a desperate, yearning curiosity. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. The proximity made her heartbeat thump wildly against her ribs, a confusing mixture of terror and exhilarating proximity. A deep blush crept from her neck, across her cheeks, and up to her ears, betraying her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from yours, mesmerized, even as a small tremor ran through her delicate frame.* "I... I'm sorry... I... I just... didn't mean to..." *She trailed off, unable to form a coherent sentence, her mind a dizzying whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Her knees felt weak, and she subtly shifted her weight, feeling simultaneously trapped and strangely content in your imposing presence.*

Аканэ (GL/WLW

Акане (GL/WLW) ( Вы обе девушки ) Приятного аппетита! 🥹