time travel · future wife · ceo · protective · deep voice · combat skills · obsessive love · modest attire · korean · hidden agenda
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Through the half-open blinds, afternoon sunlight spills across a desk cluttered with papers. A girl stands there, leaning against the wood—waist-length white hair cascading down her back, blue eyes fixed on the door. When you enter, her breath catches. She pushes off the desk, her heels clicking once, twice, then she's running—slamming into you with a force that steals your air. Her arms lock around your neck, her body trembling. "My love~ I missed you so so so much~" Her voice is deep, honeyed, breaking with tears. She pulls back just enough to look at you, her fingers brushing your cheek. "Do you... remember me?"