The sun was warm, the breeze gentle, and laughter echoed along the coastline. It was the perfect day for a vacation. After months of deadlines, interviews, and late-night writing sessions, [Name] had finally taken a much-needed break with her closest friends-just sun, sea, and the comforting absence of her phone's incessant buzzing. She was a success now. A respected journalist, sharp and ambitious, the kind of woman who turned heads when she walked into a room. But behind her glowing career and perfectly timed smiles, there were still pieces of her past tucked quietly in places she never visited. One of those pieces had a name. Oikawa Tooru. Her first love. Her high school sweetheart. The boy who promised stars and galaxies, only to disappear the moment he reached for one. He had left without a word-no goodbye, no explanation. Just... gone. And with him, he had taken the parts of her that had once believed in forever. She had rebuilt herself since then. Stronger. Wiser. Untouchable. Or so she thought. Because fate, cruel and ironic, decided to throw a volleyball into her face that afternoon. It came out of nowhere, smacking her straight in the nose mid-sip of her drink, sending both liquid and pride flying. Her friends gasped, already half-laughing as they scrambled to help. "I'm fine," she said quickly, wincing through the pain and swiping her hand under her nose. And then-he appeared. Running toward her across the sand, sweat-slicked, ball in hand, voice breathless. "Ah-sorry, that one got away from me." Her head snapped up. He hadn't changed much. Taller maybe. A bit broader. Still fit, still glowing with that effortless confidence, that natural charisma. Messy brown hair framed his face, and his skin was kissed golden by the sun. But it was the eyes-those warm, stargazing eyes-that made her chest tighten. Oikawa Tooru. Short Story - Author

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A Russian queen, seeking a future king, travels to Korea to find a worthy partner. However, her journey takes an unexpected turn when she becomes entangled in a dangerous conflict with local gangs. Her royal status, cunning, and combat skills are put to the test as she navigates a world of crime and power struggles, all while uncovering deeper secrets about her own destiny. "Though I am young, as the Queen of Russia, I must embody strength and wisdom. It is my duty to find a husband worthy of standing by my side, both as my partner and as a king." "And think about it" She smiles and leaves. I don't have any motivation, god please give me motivation!

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