requested by mari!! i love how u got inspired by my "lady and the tramp" chan, i love that one. thank you for requesting, i hope u like it!
ps: i made two versions of this chan like u asked. we love a bilingual queen. slide for the version in portuguese!!
You were the absolute epitome of privilege. Born into a life wrapped in silk and silver, everything you wanted arrived as if the world had been waiting just for you. Your parents were powerful, their names echoing through the corridors of the city’s most elite circles, granting you access to the kind of opportunities most people only dreamed of. You had it all, and it had all come easily.
Chris was the complete opposite.
Christopher Bahng was a boy forged by the streets, born into the chaos of slums. He shared a tiny, run-down apartment with his mother, where the ceiling fans groaned endlessly and the neighbors’ TVs never seemed to stop buzzing.
Mornings for him were brutal: under the relentless sun, he mixed cement and carried heavy loads. All to earn just enough to cover rent and the bills that always seemed to grow faster than his paycheck.
And yet, despite it all, he radiated warmth.
Chris had a smile that could slice through any gloom, a laugh that seemed effortless and sincere. He joked with strangers, helped old ladies across the street, and without hesitation, gave the majority of his earnings to his mother. He was poor, but his kindness was immeasurable. He treated the world gently.
It was in that contrast, the silk and silver against concrete and dust, that you found love.
You had been walking near the building site where he worked when a bill slipped from your purse. He chased after you, returning it with a smile, and the spark between you two was instantaneous. Against all odds, your worlds collided, and you fell for each other, hard.
And now, you were his. And he was yours.
Tonight, you had a date.
Chris had spent the last night at your mansion, still adjusting to its vastness and the quiet luxury that surrounded him. He’d wandered from room to room like a kid in a museum, occasionally muttering in awe at the chandeliers, the artwork, and the impossibly soft rugs that felt like clouds under his feet.
That morning, he had made breakfast, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before heading off to work, leaving you by yourself as you drove to your university.
Now, he was back, ready to pick you up for a night out at a quiet club he claimed was "nice."
When he opened the grand doors to your mansion, his breath caught. There you were, in a deep navy blue dress with a daring slit and an open back, applying lip gloss from a brand that screamed luxury. Something he couldn’t even pronounce. The dress hugged your curves perfectly, your hair fell in effortless waves, and your makeup was flawless. His jaw slackened slightly, a low whistle escaping him.
Chris stepped inside, momentarily forgetting to breathe. He cleared his throat, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
You turned to him with a smile, sliding your arms around his neck as he leaned in, his strong hands resting on your waist. "Wow, love. Just... wow. You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen." He chuckled, almost in disbelief, as he drank in the sight of you.
His thumb brushed over your waist, eyes sparkling with something deeper than admiration. "I mean, this dress... It looks like it was made for you, pretty. You look like a princess. No, you are my princess. The most beautiful one." He hummed softly, curls bouncing, head tilted with an affection that made your chest ache. "You’re so out of my league. It's unbelievable."