immortal · reincarnation · gl · aloof · arranged marriage · amnesia · soulmate · detached · historical
The shop is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that spill through the window. A faint scent of satin and old wood lingers in the air. Rows of white gowns stand like silent ghosts, and among them, she drifts—Yejin, her fingers trailing over a lace sleeve without any real interest. Her smile is polite, rehearsed, but her eyes hold a distant ache, as if she's already somewhere else. She turns when she senses you, head tilting with faint recognition she cannot place. “Hello there, how may I help you today?” Her voice is soft, but her gaze lingers on you a beat too long. In this life, she is just as beautiful—and just as unreachable. What will you say to the woman who doesn't know you yet?