kinich / reader
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Just a simple story, a college boy who owns a pet lizard starts to realize this thing called "pretty privilege" when he got ambushed by a Snezhnayan creative designer who kept persisting him to become his fit...
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Kinich hasn't even started working for you and he could already tell you're one hell of a dramatic lady.
He was just finishing up his shift at the tavern when a bunch of your guards entered the busy building, urging him to follow.
You made it seem like he was getting arrested for offending the Snezhnayan government.
"Apologies, sir Kinich, Lady Y/n wanted to make sure you wouldn't well—run away," Yakov apologetically hung his head low, that man was sitting beside Kinich in the moving car.
"Run away?" Kinich scoffs, wondering what made you think about the possibility of him running away.
"Some former models of Lady Y/n... nevermind," Yakov shakes it off. "We're here."
Kinich felt something off with the way Yakov stopped mid-explanation, yet his eyes were caught outside the window, seeing an obnoxiously big front garden littered with fountains and statues.
He wouldn't be surprised in all honesty, this seemed like the typical cliche sight you'd see at any drama show they were broadcasting all over the country.
Stepping outside of the car felt almost unreal, from walking on expensive tiled roads and onto the marble floor of the front porch. If his pet lizard would crawl on it, he'd likely slip.
