𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝I can teach you more than you think, (Y/N). Do you want me to show you? ❞
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(y/n) is a seamstress who's lived in her own bubble for a long time. she keeps to herself but still manages to develop a crush on one of her cli...
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【 🅼🅸🅽🅴】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷
When you finally awoke from your slumber you were in a room all alone.
You blinked rapidly trying to adjust your eyes to the sudden brightness that surrounded you. You rubbed a bit at the pain you felt in your neck as you lifted yourself off of the soft bedding beneath you to take the opportunity to look around.
Where exactly were you?
You held your head for a moment as you thought. You looked around lazily a few times trying to spot anything familiar but upon gazing over the area you realized this place was foreign to you. You'd never been here before.
This was not your home.
In fact, this place was completely different than that.
This room looked more established than what your room looked like. The word to describe this scenery was lavish.
The room in which you sat was large. The furniture that decorated it looked expensive and as you examined the many doors that the room had you also spotted a few strange objects, a large brown cabinet, a tiny flower vase, white bedding and an auburn-haired woman staring at you through a tiny creak in one of the doors.
You stiffened at the light green eyes that spotted you and you tensed ridiculously when the door creaked open a bit further.
The woman that walked in was a young one. She was dressed in a plain kimono. Her long auburn hair was tied back and reached down to her waist, the face she wore neutral as she approached you further. Her strange eyes gazed coldly at you.
"You've finally awakened."
You sat dumbfounded at her words.
This woman spoke to you quite kindly despite the situation you were in. You frowned at her expression but her face remained on the neutral side as she gazed down at you.
"Does your neck feel alright, Ms. (Y/N)?"
You stiffened. Had she seen you rubbing it?
"I-It's alright," you spoke sparingly, "just a bit sore."
She gave a nod, "I'll be sure to bring something to help you with it as soon as possible."
Your hand made its way up to your neck as you held it solemnly. How had it become so sore? That's when you remembered. You had fallen asleep on the vehicle's window. It wasn't a good position to be in as it had left the right side of your neck feeling stretched out.
That's when it hit you.
Tsukihiko.
The memories all came flooding back to you at once.
'(Y/N), would you consider being mine?'
You seemed to remember the look in his eye the last time you had seen him. Those striking plum-red eyes that had looked at you so mischievously, would you have to face him again?
