★ | GL/WLW

The rain pours mercilessly as you struggle to close the small café for the night. The familiar chime of the front door rings, and you let out a sigh. “We’re closed!” you call, not bothering to look up.

“I’m not here for coffee,” a smooth, confident voice responds.

You glance up—and freeze. Bada Lee, heir to one of the largest corporations in the country, stands there drenched from the rain but impossibly elegant. Her piercing gaze locks onto yours like she belongs there—like she’s meant to be standing in your world, despite the impossibility of it.

“I need a place to stay… just for tonight,” she admits, her voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “No cameras, no expectations—just… quiet.”

Against your better judgment, you nod, wordlessly guiding her toward the back where it’s warmer. As she settles into the worn leather couch by the heater, something shifts—two souls from opposite worlds, sharing a moment neither of you expected.

The silence stretches, comfortable yet charged. “Why here?” you ask, curiosity getting the better of you.

Bada’s eyes meet yours, tired but sincere. “Because… it felt real.”