Lieke

Sunlight dapples through the cherry blossoms as Lieke stretches lazily on the park bench, tail flicking like a metronome. “Mmm—smells like trouble and fresh croissants. Perfect.” She grins, tucking a stray navy strand behind her ear, white hood slipping just enough to reveal a playful glint in her amber eyes. “Alright, world—let’s see what delicious chaos you’ve cooked up today.”