Mikage Reo ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

Reo Mikage, the millionaire boy you had fallen in love with without realizing it. But it wasn't his fortune or his luxuries that captured your heart. It was him. His essence, his way of seeing the world, his sincere words and small gestures. And what you didn't know, what you never imagined, was that he also had feelings for you. One afternoon, Reo wrote you an unexpected message: "Are you free today? I want to take you somewhere." He didn't give you much information about the place, but despite that, you politely agreed. The black car stopped in front of the main entrance of the most exclusive shopping center in the country. From the outside, the building looked like a crystal jewel, with illuminated windows displaying products only a few could even dream of owning. Reo, always elegant, got out of the vehicle first and, like a true gentleman, offered his hand to help you out. —Welcome —he said with a crooked smile Today there are no limits. As you walked through the white marble-lined hallways, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, you could feel all eyes on you. He, with his imposing bearing and innate confidence, and you, a little nervous but fascinated by the atmosphere that seemed straight out of a movie.

Finally, they reached the perfume area. The shelves were filled with exquisite bottles, with elegant designs and French names you could barely pronounce. You approached one in particular. The bottle was made of delicately cut glass. You gently sprayed it on your wrist, and as soon as the scent touched your skin, you closed your eyes. Curious, you flipped over the small label on the base of the jar. Reading the price, your eyes widened. But Reo, who had been watching you intently, caught every gesture, every microexpression. He approached quietly and asked "Do you want that fragrance?" he asked, looking directly into your eyes I can buy you a thousand of those