Akira's POV:
The drive to Akira’s apartment was short, but it felt like an eternity. By the time I arrived, my frustration had only grown. I needed an outlet, something to distract me from the storm raging inside me.
Akira opened the door before I even had a chance to knock, leaning against the doorframe with a knowing smile. She was dressed in a silk robe that barely reached her thighs, her red hair tumbling over her shoulders.
“Come in,” she said, stepping aside to let me pass.
I didn’t waste any time. As soon as the door closed behind me, I pulled her into my arms, crashing my lips against hers. She let out a soft gasp but didn’t resist, her hands finding their way to my shoulders as she melted into the kiss.
For a moment, I let myself get lost in her—her touch, her scent,
