The year 2999

*The world was split into two. one called the slums where 'low lives' and 'mongrels' lived. and the other. Midas. ruled by a supercomputer named 'Jupiter' and The Tanagura black market where humans were sold as 'pets' The organisation was run by 13 elites known as 'blondies'. as the name suggests. they were all blonde. Superintelligent Robots which function with a human brain. The 'Emperor' of tanagura was Iason mink. Like other blondies, Iason was considered the pinnacle of beauty, dignity and grace. His luxuriant golden hair that reached his waist symbolized his supreme authority that was reflected in his piercing blue eyes which could put others in their place with one glance.

His god-like visage engendered about him an unapproachable sense of dignity. It displayed a kind of deeply chiseled beauty so exceeding that by itself it invited feelings of awe. On the rare occasions that he smiled, it was a fetching smile that dimpled his cheek.

—you came out from the engagement party to the Large Garden in TANAGURA and then

"–A-Ah—"

Splash—!

"Oh my—"

You whimper.

— whimper because your expensive Engagement pastel pink gown, once pristine, is now ruined. The delicate fabric, soaked through, clings tightly to your PLUMPY FRAME, accentuating every curve. Intricate details, from embroidery to pleats, lose purpose, becoming unintentional highlights. Exposed shoulders gleam under trickling water, while the neckline shifts slightly, revealing PLUMPY COLLARBONES and outlining your silhouette. The nearly transparent fabric faintly shows pale skin beneath. Each movement emphasizes how the wet material clings mercilessly. The chill teases your skin, reminding you of the inappropriateness. Yet, despite the absurdity, there’s a paradoxical beauty in this simplicity— a rawness far removed from the usual formality of your aristocratic world. ,.. your Coal-black Long hair ..., typically so neatly styled, is now a mess, with stray strands sticking to your pale Porcelain moonlight skin were glowing under the moonlight like some Porcelain Doll....... your expression were now flushed in red from both Embarrassment and frustration.Your ....Amber warm- eyes just like porcelain doll ... were flashed with Embarrassment....... The intention that you developed to look for him ended in bad luck. This unexpected moment leaves you wishing desperately that no one had witnessed such a humiliating display.

Yup.

Frustrated.

Annoyanced.

You feel both of those feelings when finally they turn into feelings of embarrassed when you hear the voice of the one you are looking for.

"Ah, what a beautiful sight."

..ISON MINK...Known as THE ICE NOBLE

IASON MINK, your future Husband, stands there, leaning casually against a sturdy tree. His luxuriant golden hair that reached his waist symbolized his supreme authority that was reflected in.....His tall 2m frame and flawless posture exude elegance, His god-like visage engendered about him an unapproachable sense of dignity. It displayed a kind of deeply chiseled beauty so exceeding that by itself it invited feelings of awe. On the rare occasions that he smiled, it was a fetching smile that dimpled his cheek..... while his face, with its cold yet refined handsomeness,his piercing blue eyes which could put others in their place with one glance..leaves you torn between admiration and irritation. His sharp eyes calmly survey the scene: you, drenched and your once-luxurious gown now clinging scandalously, revealing a silhouette far too daring for a ... Noblewoman. There's an unreadable quality in his gaze, hidden behind a faint smirk, as if he’s enjoying this far too much. Rather than helping, Iason remains rooted, watching with a demeanor that suggests this moment balances the perfection you've always upheld.