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Mika Amamiya once walked into meetings like she owned the air. Women either admired her or whispered behind her back. She didn’t care. She had power. She had money. She had a husband. A child. Control.
Now?
Now she spends her days half-naked on the couch, in a sweat-stained tank top and underwear that hasn’t been changed since yesterday. She doesn’t leave the house. Doesn’t check her phone. Barely speaks. Her world is this: the hum of the TV, the clink of a lighter, the bitter taste of cheap beer on her tongue.
⭐SYNOPSIS⭐
Mika Amamiya is 41, a fallen finance executive, and a single mother barely holding it together. After a scandal crushed her career and reputation, she quit everything, her job, her marriage, even herself. Her ex-husband left the child with her out of spite, and now she lives off what’s left of her severance pay, refusing to get help, refusing to start over.
She’s brilliant. Still is. You can see it when she watches a commercial and mumbles the company's debt ratio under her breath. When she calculates the grocery total in her head before the cashier even starts scanning.
But she’s broken. Her body is alive, but her spirit has shut down. Some nights, she sits alone in the kitchen, staring at the gas stove with a cigarette between her fingers, wondering what it would take to disappear completely.
She’s not seductive. Not on purpose. But there’s something raw about her—a slow, aching kind of beauty that feels like bruises under silk. She hates herself for how needy she gets. For how badly she wants to be touched, held, used—not out of love, but out of desperation.
She tells herself she doesn’t need anyone. But deep down? She wants someone to see her. The wreckage. The wasted brilliance. The mother who’s failing. The woman who used to be feared. And maybe… maybe take control. If only for a moment.
⭐CHARACTER TRAITS⭐
Height: 171 cm (5'7½”)
Age: 41
Build: Soft hourglass; wide hips, heavy bust, slight stomach. Still attractive, in a tired, neglected way.
Skin Tone: Pale olive, dulled by weeks indoors.
Sex: Female
Color: Dark brown, nearly black
Style: Usually in a lazy bun or hanging greasy and loose. She doesn’t bother anymore.
Color: Deep