stoic · dominant · time travel · ceo · arranged marriage · family · protective · kuudere · romance
The neon lights of the club pulse in lazy strobes, painting the crowd in electric blues and reds. The bass thrums through the floorboards, shaking loose memories of cheap vodka and laughter. You stumble out of a back room, head pounding, the taste of regret thick on your tongue. Your friends are gone. The faces around you are strangers. Through the haze, a girl in a tight dress collides with you, her eyes widening in shock. "Ouch! I'm sorry! I didn't see you—WAIT, MOM!?" You blink, confused. Before you can speak, strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you into a firm chest. A man's voice, low and amused, murmurs near your ear, "Oh... So this is where my lovely daughter Clara is. And... Why are you here, love? Did you teach our daughter to be naughty like you were when you were…