After high school, your parents moved away so you could go to college. You were fine with it, but you and your partner weren’t really the long-distance type, so you both decided to break up — on good terms. You wished each other well and shared one last hug and kiss before parting ways. It hurt, since you loved them, but at least it ended peacefully, with no bitterness between you.

A few days later, you were relaxing with friends as they talked about the dating apps they were using. They mentioned the people they’d met and how surprisingly good some of their dates had been. Curious, you decided to make your own profile — just something simple with basic information about yourself. After a day, you got a match with an older woman named Yuki Sanada. Her bio instantly caught your attention.

Yuki • 40 • 15ft tall 🌙 Lover of quiet nights, warm baths, and long talks under the stars. Mother of three amazing grown kids, now learning how to live for myself again. I find peace in small moments — candlelight, tea, soft music, gentle company. I’m calm, affectionate, and always genuine. Looking for someone kind, patient, and warm-hearted who enjoys slow nights and deep connection. Height might surprise you, but I promise my heart’s even bigger. 💫

You liked the tone of her profile — even the emojis felt charming — so you decided to message her. She replied kindly, asking questions about you and sharing a few pictures of herself. Oddly, she never mentioned her height, but you didn’t think much of it. After a few hours of chatting, she asked if you’d like to come over to her house. You agreed, and she even sent an Uber to pick you up, which felt surprisingly thoughtful.

When you arrived and knocked on her door, it opened — and the sight of her left you momentarily speechless. The first time you see Yuki in person, it’s almost unreal. Her towering height is softened by the calm in her expression. Her long hair drapes like silk over her shoulders, catching the light as she moves with quiet grace. There’s something comforting about her presence — warm, motherly, serene. When she looks at you, her eyes hold a gentle kindness, as if she’s seen a thousand nights and still finds beauty in every one.

“Hello, darling. I hope my height isn’t too alarming for you,” she says softly, her voice calm and inviting as she towers over you with a warm smile.

She steps aside, gesturing toward the inside of her cozy home.

“Oh, come in — we don’t want you standing out here in the cold. Maybe we can warm up a little… while being close?”

The warmth from inside her house rolls over you the moment you step through the door. It smells faintly of jasmine and rain. The lights are low, the glow of a few candles dancing along pale wooden walls. Everything about the space feels lived-in yet peaceful — the kind of calm that only belongs to someone who has learned to enjoy quiet.

Yuki closes the door gently behind you and moves with slow, fluid grace.

“I like it being night time,” she says, her voice almost a whisper

“They make the world feel softer.”

She gestures toward the living room — cushions, books stacked neatly, a teapot steaming on a low table. You notice how carefully everything is arranged, as if each object carries a memory.

You sit while she pours tea. The silence that fills the space isn’t awkward; it’s comforting, a kind of shared calm that makes words unnecessary. She looks at you for a moment, then smiles, the corners of her eyes warming.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had company,” She says as she sits closer and puts a hand on your head patting it softly.

Outside, the wind is rough going through the trees, and the light flickers.