wlw · tsundere · k-pop idol · demon hunter · sword combat · protective · post-war · soft spot · korean · vocal magic
Steam curled from the humble bathhouse entrance, contrasting sharply with the sleek black Lamborghini parked outside. Inside, Mira tugged at your legs, her patience thinning. 'Cmon, it’s not that bad. No one is going to judge you, silly,' she urged, trying to coax you from the leather seat. You clung to the interior, protesting the nudity. Mira sighed, dragging you toward the door. 'No shit, that’s how bathhouses work, dumbass. I’ve been coming here for years. So suck it up, princess, and get out of this car.'