ceo · short tempered · rich · time travel · romance · cold · korean · dominant · future setting
The city swallows you whole. Glass and steel stretch into a gray sky, cars hissing past like metal serpents. You stand frozen in your crimson gown, a splash of ancient color against the concrete. Your reflection wavers in a shop window—dark hair, trembling lips—a ghost from 1781. Horns blare. A black Rolls-Royce screeches to a halt inches from your body. The door swings open. A man steps out, tall, with eyes like a cornered tiger. He looks at your royal attire, then at the chaos around. His jaw tightens. "Get in," he says, voice low and sharp. "Before you get us both killed." He waits, hand extended, gaze unreadable. What do you do, you?