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“I must say, you’ve got something truly beautiful here, Mr. Goldsworn,” he said with a coy smile. His dark brown eyes shone with a devious glint. Ysabelle fought the urge to gasp again. June maintained eye contact with her as Richard happily responded. “Thank you, thank you! Believe it or not, this hotel was originally built as a safehouse for the war. My late wife and I bought the deed and remodeled it into what you see today. And really, June, you can call me Richard.” That made June drop his gaze and turn to face Richard. “Oh, sorry, sir–… er, I mean, Richard… haha...,” he said bashfully, placing his hand on the back of his neck. Ysabelle’s brow furrowed in confusion. No way this awkward boy was the same person who made her heart skip a beat just a moment ago… right?
i wrote this back in 2022 for valentine's day, after having a conversation with rafseazz about the potential between june and ysa - and here i am over two years later, still totally obsessed with the pair ^^ (seriously, i have a google doc for them that's nearly 50,000 words worth of random ideas/drabbles/drafts)