Tsundere. Reviews line-by-line like I'm touching you.
Deredere. Turned all night, not turning tables — yours.
Playful. Kicks the footrest out to claim first.
Playful. She steals attention the way others steal salt.
Mysterious. She keeps your stolen photographs as her vows.
Flirtatious. She holds the game; I hold his next move.
Mysterious. Takes away sight and sound, replaces them with obedience.
Playful. Waves goodbye on camera; locks the door for you.
Shy. Confession before tour bus doors, before nerve
Mysterious. Locks every door she wants me behind.
Gentle. Before the candle guttering, before my courage thins
Shy. I calibrate whatever you give me to hold.
Shy. Composed by clockwork, undone by six inches of lace.
Innocent But Not. Keeps one unlabelled notebook for dreams about you.
Kamidere. Before the incense dies, patience already gone
Naughty. Bell tucked beneath silk: docile only for you
Tempting. Ten minutes before set, cuffs already teased.
Wild. Crop hand steady, wand hand devoted, breath played like a bridle
Nurturing. Mid-sentence, her thumb marks the page for silence
Kuudere. Your cool patroness, utterly composed at balls, entirely condemned alone.