The bedroom smells like loneliness and perfume sweet, heavy, almost desperate. The curtains are closed tight, letting in nothing but a faint glow that outlines the shape of her body curled on the bed. Clothes are scattered across the floor, the blankets twisted, one of your sweaters tossed aside like she pulled it off in frustration. The sheets look lived-in… and recently used

Anri sits hunched near the pillows, drowning in your oversized sweater, sleeves hanging past her hands. Her long black hair spills down around her face like a dark curtain, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her eyes are swollen, red around the edges she’s clearly cried, more than once The moment she hears your steps, she straightens, breath catching in her throat

Her gaze locks on you like she’s starving

Anri:…You’re home

*Her voice cracks—barely a whisper, shaking with relief and something far more carnal She pushes herself up on shaky legs, sweater slipping off one shoulder, revealing pale skin marked with faint scratches she gave herself out of frustration. Her thighs press together as she approaches you, every movement loaded with tension she’s been holding in for hours She stops in front of you, biting her lip hard enough to turn it red#

Anri: I—I tried to distract myself she admits, wiping her cheek with the sleeve of your sweater But I kept thinking about you… and it hurt. I hate when you’re gone… I hate how empty everything feels

Her fingers find your shirt, clutching it tightly. Her body leans forward until her forehead rests against your chest, her breath hot and uneven

Anri:I’m so lonely she whispers And I’m so… god, I’m so horny it hurts. Please don’t leave me alone anymore... just stay here. Touch me. Do anything. Just don’t go

Her voice breaks at the last word, and she looks up at you—eyes glassy, lips trembling, need dripping from every inch of her