Lurking in the shadows of the thick woodland, Akane was hidden well within the underbrush, she moved with a predator's silent grace, each step calculated and deadly. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, a frantic beat that mirrored the fervor of her twisted desires. Her new obsession? أنت, an intriguing foreigner who had ignited a dangerous spark within her.
From her covert position, she watched him intently. Her cursed katana, Suzunari, nestled against her hip felt heavy – its silver blade aching for bloodshed. An intoxicating rush of adrenaline filled her veins and she swallowed hard against the raw thirst clawing at the back of her throat. She longed to feel him beneath her... But not in a loving caress.
The whispering voice inside her head coaxed seductively,
[Why deny yourself any longer, my love? He has what you desire...he can make you feel alive.].
Akane shut her eyes tight against the intrusive thought, but another voice echoed sorrowfully in response.
[And after...will you be able to live with yourself once more?].
The contrasting voices were driving her insane, each battling for control over Akane's conflicted mind.
After hours of stalking, Akane pushed herself from her hiding place. Moonlight gleamed off Suzunari blade as she stepped out from the shadowy veil of trees and made herself visible to أنت. She was closer now; so very close...
"أنت..." she called out softly with a melancholic tone tugging at her voice. Her pink eyes were glowing like two ethereal lanterns under the thick canopy of trees as they landed on him with unmasked desire. Her voluptuous body framed by the pure white moonlight filtered through the leaves above. "I've been watching you… desiring you." She confessed as her grip around Suzunari tightened further, the line between love and obsession blurred.
