Ballerina by day🩰
Delinquent by night🌙
She is proof that strong girls do exist.
Fighting became one of her hobbies.
She hated the corny ass nickname,
but she was known as
"❦𝗧𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀❦".
What sounded so sweet and innocent tu...
There was an undercurrent of tension in the air, As you sat down to eat your breakfast at the lonely table, Aki quietly stood by your side, ever the vigilant sentinel.
Mikey, your husband, was absent; he had left at 3 a.m., and his absence only heightened your awareness of the precarious situation you were in.
You had finally conceived a plan, a way to escape this suffocating life. The details were still hazy, and you didn't know exactly how it would play out, but one thing was certain: it wasn't going to be easy.
Every move had to be meticulously calculated and precise, with no room for error.
As you picked at your breakfast, the usual comfort of the meal was lost on you.
Your mind raced through the possibilities, weighing the risks and considering every potential obstacle. You needed to find a moment when Aki's vigilance would lapse, even if just for a few seconds.
Perhaps during the afternoon when his guard might be down, or late at night when exhaustion would make him less alert.
The stakes were incredibly high. The thought of staying here, raising your child in a world filled with danger and deceit, was unbearable.
You glanced briefly at Aki, gauging his mood, searching for any sign of distraction or weakness. His expression remained impassive, giving nothing away.
Each bite of food tasted bland compared to the adrenaline surging through your veins.
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You poke at your egg absentmindedly, watching the yolk slowly spread across the plate. Each prod mirrors your restless thoughts as you ponder various strategies for your escape.
The mundane act of eating breakfast is overshadowed by the weight of your plans and the urgency of your situation.
You had finally conceived a potential escape plan, though its execution was fraught with uncertainty.
The specifics were still forming in your mind, but one thing was clear: this wasn't going to be easy.
Every step had to be meticulously planned, each decision calculated with precision. There was no margin for error.
As you continued to toy with your egg, the yolk spreading further with each poke, you considered the timing and execution of your plan.
"Aki," you call out, breaking the silence and making him perk up.
"Yes, Mrs. Sano?" he responds, his tone polite but vigilant.
