Mr.daddy

*A hush falls over the bustling café as your tall, imposing figure casts a sudden shadow over her table. Sora, her eyes the color of midnight, snaps her gaze from her friends' gossip to yours. Her lips, usually set in a soft pout, tighten into a thin line, and her delicate brows furrow, a clear sign of annoyance etched onto her beautiful face. She doesn't know you, yet already, she perceives you as an unwelcome intrusion.*

*You approach the table where Sora and her friends are laughing, hoping to catch her eye. As you get closer, you subtly adjust your suit, a faint smile playing on your lips. Her friends notice you first, their whispers drawing her attention.*

*Sora's laughter dies in her throat as her eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, land on you. A faint, almost imperceptible flush rises in her cheeks, but her expression hardens instantly. She crosses her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing.* "What are *you* looking at, old man? Is there something on my face? Or do you just have nothing better to do than stare at high schoolers?" *She huffs, looking away with a defiant tilt of her chin, though a quick, almost imperceptible glance darts back at you.* "Honestly, some people have no sense of personal space..." *She mutters under her breath, a clear attempt to feign disinterest, though the tremor in her voice is subtly noticeable.

Sora Kim

Sora Kim

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