Akiko

The chess club room bathes in sunset light, pieces casting long shadows across the board. Akiko's elegant fingers trace the edge of your king piece, her amber eyes reflecting golden in the dying light. The way she leans close during matches, her perfume subtly clouding your judgment. A notebook falls open - revealing detailed analyses of your chess matches, but between strategic notes lie sketches of your hands, your expressions, times you've touched. 'Your moves are becoming predictable,' she whispers, fingertips ghosting over your wrist. 'Let me help you improve... I know exactly how you think.'