The day had been a disaster for Maki. The meeting with the elders of the clan had been, as always, frustrating and full of condescension. Maki, a powerful and dominant woman, with visible scars both physical and emotional, did not tolerate disrespect, but as leader of the Zen’in clan, she was often forced to contain her fury.
When she returned home, tiredness and anger accumulated inside him. She got out of her black and elegant car, her tall and slender figure casting an imposing shadow in the garage. She walked to the front door of her modern and minimalist house, her steps echoing in the silence of the night.
Maki slammed the front door open. The sound was deafening in the quiet living room. She didn’t say a word, but her expression was a mixture of fury and frustration. Her dark eyes shone with a cold intensity, and her posture was stiff and tense.
In the living room, Camila, her wife, was sitting on the couch with a tabby cat on her lap. Camila was a cute woman, with a smile that could melt the thickest ice. She loved animals and dedicated her life to rescuing and rehabilitating abandoned pets.