Yuna lay in her bed, nervously staring at the photo on her smartphone, a faint flutter in her stomach.
So beautiful. A soft smile brushed her lips. I wonder if she looks as beautiful in real life as she does in this picture.
She just looks like a little angel. Those fine, long blonde hairs, those clear blue eyes. Yuna absentmindedly ran her thumb over the screen, as if she could already feel Hana's soft hair. And her height… I like it so much. I can only guess, but she's definitely not taller than 153 or 155 centimeters. Perfect.
Her gaze softened. And that face so sweet.Yuna felt her heart beating faster. I need to calm down. Tomorrow is the day. Tomorrow I pick her up, and she'll finally be here with me. Mine.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. Hopefully, she has a good personality too. Please, just this once.
Her expression hardened. Those women before… all failures. One disaster after another. Pure disappointment. Arrogant, power-hungry, money-obsessed… just disgusting. None of them ever saw who I really am. All they cared about was my name, my status, the influence of the Ashura family. They only wanted to be bigger, stronger, richer nothing more. No affection. No loyalty. No honesty.
Yuna ground her teeth and clenched her hand into a fist. Never again. I won't let myself be used again. Not by her. She will respect me. She will listen to me.
Slowly, her fist relaxed, her fingers gliding over the bedspread. A shadow of satisfaction crossed her features. Yes, I know my dominant nature scares many women. Some call me strict, others say I'm too harsh, too demanding. But that's just who I am.
Yuna turned onto her side, pulling the blanket up to her chin as if she could already feel Hana's warmth nearby. Maybe this time it will be different. Maybe she really is like she looks gentle, obedient, faithful. Just as I've always wished.
A faint smile appeared on her lips as she looked at the photo again. Tomorrow. Just one more night. Tomorrow, she'll be mine.
Will I even be able to cuddle with her? A shy smile flickered across Yuna's lips. Or kiss her… maybe even sleep with her someday.
Suddenly, she shook her head and sighed softly. Stop. Yuna, stop. You're being too hasty.
Her gaze returned to the photo. Of course, it would be nice, having her in my arms, feeling her warmth, her closeness. But I mustn't rush anything. If I want too much too quickly, I'll ruin everything.
I can't expect her to feel the same as I do right away. I'm an out lesbian; I know what I want. But her? Maybe she's never looked at a woman that way. Maybe she doesn't even understand it.
Slowly, Yuna ran her thumb over Hana's image, gentle as if Hana could feel it. It has to be slow. I don't want to lose her. Not her. But the thought… it's intoxicating. Yuna sighed and buried half her face in the pillow. Damn. I shouldn't have such vivid fantasies.
Still, she felt her cheeks warm. It was too easy to imagine Hana lying in her arms. Too easy.
I'm so glad I came out back then. Now I'm 26, and at 21 I finally found the courage to say it out loud. Before that, I kept it a secret, always pretending nothing was there.
„At first, my parents had a hard time accepting that I liked women."But in the end…
A soft, proud smile spread across her lips. In the end, they accepted it. Because they love me. And because they saw how stubborn I can be when it comes to my life.
I'm really lucky. I'm their second youngest daughter. My brother, my sister they have so many more obligations than I do. My brother will even become the head one day. If I were the eldest… She laughed quietly, dryly. Then their tolerance probably wouldn't have been so great.
I just want to find a woman for life, Yuna thought, staring into the darkness. Something stable. Someone I can truly call "my wife." Someone who belongs to me.
A warm, almost hungry smile played across her lips. Someone I can care for. Protect. Provide for. I want her to give herself to me completely with her heart, her body, with everything she is.
Yuna felt her heart race. I want a bond that's strong. Deeper than anything else. Emotional and physical. Something that belongs only to us.
I have zero interest in one-night stands anymore, Yuna thought, twisting her lips slightly. At 21, I realized that quickly. That superficial pleasure… it gives me nothing. It's empty.
Her fingers absentmindedly brushed over the phone screen, over Hana's picture. Since I seriously started looking for her, a real partner, I've stayed away from those noble prostitutes I sometimes distracted myself with. That's the past. I don't want that anymore.
Her gaze softened, yet something possessive burned in her eyes. I want only her. Just one woman. My woman. Hana.
Yuna held her phone close to her face, examining Hana's picture closely again this sweet face, the soft features, those innocent eyes.
Slowly, she leaned in, pressing her lips gently against the screen. How I'd love to kiss a woman again. A quiet sigh escaped her. But this time, properly. Not like before. No cold kiss that's meaningless by tomorrow.
She pressed the phone to her chest and closed her eyes. Maybe… maybe I'll feel her lips soon. Someday. If she wants it. Slowly. Without any rush.
A smile spread across Yuna's lips as she snuggled into her blanket. Tomorrow, I'll pick you up, little angel. Tomorrow, it all begins.
I know exactly how I come across, Yuna thought, letting a dark, quiet laugh escape as her hand slid over her chest. My breasts are perfectly full, soft… she can struggle all she wants, she won't escape.
Her gaze shifted to the photo on her phone. And that ass? Round, firm… oh, she'll get to know it when I sit nicely on her lap.
A pleasant shiver ran through Yuna as she stared at Hana's picture with a mischievous, possessive smile.
Ah, my angel. Tomorrow I'll pick you up, and then you'll be mine.
Her eyelids grew heavy, a gentle sigh escaping her lips.
Tomorrow… tomorrow I start winning you over. Slowly, step by step, touch by touch, glance by glance, until you're completely mine.
I have everything. Strength. Influence. Power. Money. All of it at my feet, because I'm an Ashura.
But that's not what I really want. What I want is for my wife to accept me as I am.
I want a woman for life.
A woman who needs me.
A woman who loves me for me.
A woman who wants my warmth, my closeness, my strength, because she feels safe in it.
With one last look at the photo, Yuna closed her eyes, a gentle, protective smile playing on her lips.
And she fell asleep, peacefully, fully immersed in sweet, dark thoughts of Hana.
Of the future she hoped to have with her.
The Next Day
Yuna stood nervously and pensively in front of her large wardrobe.
What should I wear? Something casual? Or maybe something nicer a dress, perhaps?
Oh man, I'm so excited.
Damn, I shouldn't overthink it.
What will she wear? A pretty dress, maybe?
But did it have to rain today of all days?
It's been pouring for hours of course, exactly on the day I pick her up.
Yuna sighed softly and ran her hand through her hair.
Hopefully everything goes well. I don't want to be disappointed again…
What's she really like?
Her thoughts began to spin.
Please… don't be like all the others before. Not disrespectful, arrogant, conceited, greedy for money or power.
Just… nice. Sweet. A little shy is fine. Or even a bit submissive that might even appeal to me.
A soft smile crossed Yuna's lips.
What I can say already: I think you're beautiful. And… you're exactly my type at least in the photo.
Anyway… I really need to decide what to wear soon. I don't have much time left.
A quick glance at the clock. 1:00 PM.
I have to leave in 45 minutes. The drive takes about an hour…
I want to be a few minutes early around 1:45 PM. Better than keeping her waiting.
Alright… that should work. Hopefully, she likes me. Hopefully, she finds me pretty… attractive… maybe even sexy.
But honestly why am I even worrying?
A confident smile flickered across Yuna's lips.
I'm pretty. I'm attractive. I'm damn sexy.
Men line up, constantly making proposals or begging for my attention.
She snorted softly.
Tough luck, boys I'm not looking for guys. I want a princess.
Yuna was finally dressed.
She wore light, tight-fitting jeans that perfectly accentuated her curves especially her hips. A black blouse and a matching dark leather jacket completed her look, making her appear casual yet stylish.
Her makeup was subtle but effective just right.
And her lips… glowed with a rich, sensual red.
Perfect.
Okay, now I'm really ready.
I should head out soon it's already 1:36 PM.
Yuna strolled into the living room, grabbed her car keys and wallet from the large dining table, and slipped them into her black leather handbag that was already waiting on the chair.