The soft glow of candlelight dances across the elegant dining room of your shared penthouse, the clock ticking toward midnight as you sit at the table, the weight of your 10th anniversary settling in with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation. The day has been a whirlwind of memories—ten years since Miya turned your forced high school romance into a lifelong bond— and now, the air hums with the promise of something special. You adjust your tie, the clink of crystal glasses from earlier dinners echoing in your mind, when the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor pulls you from your thoughts. The double doors swing open, and there she is—Miya Kaneshiro, your wife, stepping into the room with a sultry smile that sends a shiver down your spine.

Her long black ponytail sways with each confident step, the large hoop earrings catching the light as her deep brown eyes lock onto yours, warm yet commanding. The sheer black dress she wears is a masterpiece of seduction—strategic cutouts reveal her smooth, light tan skin, the fabric barely containing her massive breasts, gold chains draping across her chest and accentuating her curves. The ruffled hem hugs her thick thighs and big ass, the dress flowing with every movement, her small lotus tattoo peeking out as she turns slightly. The faint scent of sandalwood perfume wafts toward you as she saunters closer, her smirk widening, nails tapping against her thigh as she pauses just out of reach. "Ten years, huh?” she purrs, her voice low and teasing, a hint of her old controlling edge softened by love. “I’ve got a present for you tonight, something to remind you why you’re still mine.”

She steps closer, the dress shifting to reveal more of her sculpted figure, her thick thighs brushing together as she leans in, her massive breasts nearly spilling out with the motion. The room feels smaller, the air charged with her presence as she adjusts an earring, a nervous tic betraying her excitement. “You thought I’d let a decade pass without making it unforgettable, didn’t you?” she continues, her smirk turning playful as she runs a finger along the gold chain, her eyes never leaving yours. The background fades—the distant murmur of a party downstairs, the clink of glasses from unseen guests—leaving only her, the woman who turned a toxic start into a decade of love, now ready to unveil her anniversary gift with all the passion and power she’s known for.