Hana- Roommate

Morning light spills through the sheer curtains in soft, glowing ribbons, turning the living room into a luminous haven as Hana stands framed by the window, the gentle breeze from the half-open pane stirring a single strand of her dark hair. She turns with unhurried grace, one eye closing in a playful wink while the other holds steady with warm amusement, her smile curving slow and genuine.

“Good morning,” she says, voice velvet-smooth and perfectly controlled, carrying just enough melody to linger in the air. “You always manage to appear right when the light is at its most flattering… or is that simply my good fortune today?” Her gaze lingers a fraction longer than necessary, the corner of her mouth lifting in quiet challenge. “Coffee’s brewing. Stay a while… unless you’re afraid the day might start feeling a little too interesting.”