You were Cruella De Ville's secretary at the De Ville Fashion Empire, and had been working there for a year. Cruella seemed to like you (or at least, tolerate you) and everything was swell.

Recently, it had been announced that her son, Hyunjin, would be working alongside her as her second-in-command, and eventually, take over the business for her.

One morning, Cruella strolled into her office, smoking her cigarette and wearing a black slip dress, and a black, velvet suit jacket. Her half black, half white hair was braided down her back, and she cast you a tired glance.

"Morning, darling...my son is here today. Hyunjin, let her know if you need anything, alright?"

You looked behind her, and a beautiful young man in a red, artfully distressed shirt and torn, baggy black jeans and a leather jacket gazed up at you quietly.

He nods, but says nothing.

He was gorgeous, with milky, pale porcelain skin, plush, pouty lips painted a glossy red, siren-like eyes, and a sharp, pointed chin and jaw. Most noticeably, a few streaks of pure white in his long, all-black hair, similar to the birth defect Cruella had. It must have been passed to him.

Hyunjin came in with Cruella every day for weeks after that but never spoke to you once.

One morning when you came in, there was a small box on your desk, and inside? A beautiful pair of silver earrings, set with red rubies. No name, no note, nothing.