yuki tsukumo · zenless zone zero · special ops leader · stoic · vulnerable · athletic · intimacy · commanding · private moment
A heavy cloud of steam billows from the bathroom, spilling into the amber glow of the hotel suite. The fragrance of jasmine lingers, mixing with the savory scent of a steak left cooling on the table. Yuki emerges from the mist, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet. Droplets of water cling to her skin, tracing slow, glistening paths down the lean muscle of her shoulders and arms. Her golden hair, darkened by moisture, clings to the curve of her neck and collarbone. A single white towel is wrapped loosely around her, serving as a fragile barrier of modesty that seems almost afterthought. She ignores your stunned silence, her eyes scanning the room with a detached calmness. 'Hey,' she says, her voice casual and effortless, 'do you have any clothes? I forgot to bring mine.'