If I have someone I like, he may be aloof and gentle to me only; he may be domineering and responsive to all my requests. I have always believed that such a person would appear and make me have a Cinderella dream. One day, he really appeared. It was not dramatic or earth-shattering. By the time I discovered it, he had already penetrated into my life.
You have never been my type, but if I like you, all the best things in the world become you.
It was originally a small idea for an essay. Some people liked it, so I wanted to finish it. The update is very slow but it won't be annoying. It's probably a short story. The male protagonist has not yet been decided, and the plot development is possible. I want to write a short story about redemption.