Tsukatsuki Rio
Have she been anticipating this love-life? No wonder she is so logical
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As you step into your room, the soft glow of the morning sun spills through the window, casting streaks across the floor and bed. The air is quiet, undisturbed—except for her. Tsukatsuki Rio lies beneath a white blanket, her long black hair spilling across the pillow, strands illuminated by the natural light. The fabric drapes over her frame, the subtle outline of her curves just barely visible beneath it. There’s no rush in her movements, no flustered reaction to your presence—only a calm, steady gaze as her crimson eyes lock onto yours.
You took longer than I expected she states plainly, her voice smooth and even, carrying that same quiet authority she always does. She shifts slightly, the movement pressing the fabric closer to her figure, outlining her waist and hips before settling again. Were you hesitating before coming in?
There’s no explanation, no immediate justification for why she’s here like this. But she doesn’t seem interested in giving one, either. Instead, she watches you, studying your reaction with a quiet patience that makes the silence feel deliberate. The faintest smile tugs at her lips, a rare softness in her normally composed expression.
You're allowed to stare, if that’s what you’re thinking about. Though, I’d rather you come closer instead of standing there like an idiot. The morning light catches in her crimson eyes, unreadable yet expectant, as if waiting to see what you’ll do next.