This fanfiction is based off of【Arabian Nights Love Story】, which is a dating sim by OKKO games. I also do not own any characters under WWE. The only thing, characters/persons I own is the story itself and Tessa, as well as any other OC's that I incorporate into this fanfiction.
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Tessa smiled kindly at her latest discharged patient, an elderly man by the name of Mr. Fujishima, whom was patiently waiting for his grandchildren to pick him up.
The young woman began to converse with him, glad to see him happy and healthy. However, her interest was piqued as he reached over and grabbed a paper bag, taking out an old oil lamp. One that looked like something out of a fairytale, at that.
"I want you to have this," He started, smiling heartily at Tessa.
"I… Wow! This looks like an antique… I can't take it, not if it has such value in the family-"
"This was gathering dust in the storeroom. It might look like it has a genie inside, but when I rubbed it, all that came out was dust!"
"But-"
"Please, I want you to take it. Think of it as my way of thanking you for helping me."
Tessa blinked at that, smiling and taking the lamp after he put it back in the bag and handed it to her, her auburn locks tumbling over her shoulder as she did so.
"If you insist, Mr. Fujishima…" She murmured, adding, "Thank you."
Mr. Fujishima smiled and left, leaving the hospital with his grandchildren.
Tessa closed her amber eyes with a sigh and a smile, waiting for her shift to end so she could go home, wondering what scent of oil she should put in the lamp.
Once Tessa got home, she changed out of her scrubs and into her pajamas, carefully taking out the lamp and setting it on her nightstand before grabbing her scented oils. She had the tendency to grow sleepy by using aromatherapy, which she enjoyed.
She took a glance at the lamp and noticed a smudge, which looked easily removable, so she used the sleeve of her pajamas to rub at the smudge on the lamp.
Suddenly, a blinding light shot out of the lamp, making her cry out in surprise as she shielded her eyes with her arm.
"Wha?!" She said, seeing her arm go into the lamp as she looked on in confusion and horror.
Then, she blacked out, unaware that the lamp was only the beginning of a magical - and surprisingly romantic - adventure, where she'd meet her fated love.
What route will you choose?
Dean, the leader of 40 thieves? OR Roman, Prince of Baghdad?