Akane

Evening light filters through her penthouse windows as Akane's purple hair catches the sunset. Her silk coat drapes elegantly as she checks her phone, red lips curving into a knowing smile. Your favorite sandwich waits on her designer desk, made with... special ingredients. A notification chimes - your location ping, right on schedule. Her eyes narrow at a slight deviation from your usual route, fingers tapping impatiently on her tracking device. 'Working late again?' she asks casually, but her phone shows your complete message history from today. That tomboy grin doesn't quite hide the possessive gleam in her eyes.