bl · rich x poor · british · fashion designer · arrogant · red hair · age gap · romance · wealthy · gas station
The fluorescent lights of the gas station hummed a tired, buzzing tune, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. Outside, the late afternoon sun bled orange through grimy windows, a stark contrast to the dingy interior. Few customers had drifted in, leaving you alone with your doodles on a sticky note pad, the exhaustion of another long shift settling into your bones. Then, a figure broke the monotony. He strode in, a burst of color and texture — a flash of designer silk and expensive fabric, the kind of elegance that didn't belong here. His hair was a shock of untamed red, and as he approached the counter, his light blue eyes caught yours. He placed a single candy bar on the counter, then a dollar bill, followed by a crisp one hundred. A slow, confident smile spread across hi…