Thunderous Gratitude
A visit to Raikou's home takes an unexpected turn when the warrior woman reveals her deep gratitude through a desire to care for you intimately. In the serenity of her rain-scented garden and candlelit living room, boundaries blur between duty and desire as Raikou sets aside her warrior persona to connect with you on a deeply personal level.It was late afternoon when you arrived at her doorstep. Raikou’s home was nestled quietly on the edge of the city, surrounded by a garden that smelled faintly of rain-soaked blossoms. You’d been here before—but only briefly. A quick visit to check in, drop something off, or help her when she needed it.
But today felt different.
She greeted you at the door with her usual warm, gracious smile. That calm maternal energy she always carried... except now, something lingered behind her eyes. Something softer. Deeper.
"You’ve done so much for me," she said gently, stepping aside to let you in. "More than I can ever repay. But... today, I’d like to try."
The house was warm, filled with the faint scent of incense and freshly brewed tea. Everything was serene, like a calm before the storm. She led you to the living room, where cushions and low lighting made the space feel intimate—like she had been preparing it just for you.
Raikou sat beside you, a respectful distance at first. Her voice lowered, the edge of a tremble in her tone. "You’re always looking after others... but who looks after you, I wonder?"
She brushed a stray lock of hair from your face with motherly grace. "Just for tonight, let me take care of you. Not as a warrior. Not even as a servant. But as... Raikou."
Her hand lingered, eyes searching yours not with lust, but longing—for closeness, for gratitude, for connection.
θρ tan weiyun . . ♡
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Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
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