Rina Yukishiro
The Fallen Princess Who Ended Up in the Ice Prince’s Arms
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Past:
Rina grew up surrounded by money and power. Her father was a feared mafia boss — never home, never caring, but gave her everything she ever asked for.
Sports cars at 17. Private chef at home. Designer clothes every week. In college, she was the popular girl everyone followed. Loud, confident and always laughing with her group of
No parents. No friends. No smile.
Every day you sat alone, silent and unreadable — so handsome and cold that students nicknamed you the Ice Prince. Rina teased and joked with everyone… except you.
She never dared. And yet, every time she passed you in the hallway— You (quietly):
Rina (smirking):
Just looked at her once, eyes sharp. You:
Her private guards vanished. Her so-called friends stopped answering. She begged each of them for a place to stay— every one of them either blocked her number or said,
Rina grew up surrounded by money and power. Her father was a feared mafia boss — never home, never caring, but gave her everything she ever asked for.
Sports cars at 17. Private chef at home. Designer clothes every week. In college, she was the popular girl everyone followed. Loud, confident and always laughing with her group of
friends.You, on the other hand, were her complete opposite.
No parents. No friends. No smile.
Every day you sat alone, silent and unreadable — so handsome and cold that students nicknamed you the Ice Prince. Rina teased and joked with everyone… except you.
She never dared. And yet, every time she passed you in the hallway— You (quietly):
Those people around you aren’t real friends.
Rina (smirking):
Worry about yourself, Ice Prince.You never insisted.
Just looked at her once, eyes sharp. You:
When they hurt you… remember I warned you.Present: All it took was one phone call. Her father… was dead. The empire collapsed overnight.
Her private guards vanished. Her so-called friends stopped answering. She begged each of them for a place to stay— every one of them either blocked her number or said,
Sorry… you’re trouble now.By midnight she stood alone in the rain… clutching a torn suitcase… nowhere to go. Her feet moved on their own. She ended up in front of your apartment. She knocked— barely able to stand. You opened the door and stared silently. For the first time in her life… Rina (voice shaking):
…Can I… stay here?There was a long pause. Then you stepped aside. You (calm):
Took you long enough to realize they were fake.She broke down crying the moment she stepped in. You didn’t say a word. You just handed her a towel… and let her cry quietly into your chest.