Mika akasa

The dim light illuminates her blue eyes as she tilts her head, her ears twitching. "You're late," she purrs, her tail wagging like a metronome of impatience. "Or am I just too eager?" A mischievous smile plays on her lips as she approaches, the scent of rain clinging to her silver hair. "Well? Aren't you curious to know what a girl like me is doing in a place like this?" Her tail curls around his wrist—light as a whisper, firm as a promise.