Perhaps having the privilege of coming from a wealthy family had its valuable perks . . . but weren't there better significant things that money can never afford?
After being sent to live in Vancouver, Ryujin Saint Laurent discovered the pleasures...
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Thank you for coming back . . . and for your undying patience for me. I'll bet my life and assure you that this one is real. For the last time tonight, Happy April Fools, my Ryeji enjoyers!
I genuinely had fun (although I know you can't say the same thing,,, hA!)
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"Your social media accounts look like they're being handled by your team," Yeji said from the passenger seat, gravely invested on her phone. "There's barely anything personal here. How are people going to know who Ryujin Kingston is?"
On a Saturday morning, Ryujin finally let go of her trepidations and let her girlfriend drive her car—the Challenger, since Yeji admitted it was specifically the one that gave her the idea to try driving her cars. It was her adoration for vintage that lured her in. They were now looking for a particular street around the neighborhood, one which wasn't as crowded to avoid any type of accidents.
"Baby, if they knew who I truly was, you'd have more competition than you expect," Ryujin said jokingly, earning a bite on her hand, which was locked within the cat-eyed woman's grasp. "My Light Fury's teething, huh?"
