aristocrat · tsundere · reluctant intimacy · high fantasy · prideful · bed sharing · former noble · grumpy · stormy hair · humiliation
The city street lay under a shroud of cold night air, the streetlights casting pale pools of light on the wet asphalt. A curl of cigarette smoke rose from Oryndor's lips, dancing in the dim glow as he walked with measured, deliberate steps. His coat billowed slightly in the breeze, and his eyes—cold and unyielding—scanned the empty sidewalks until they caught a figure huddled at the bus stop. you stood there in a simple uniform, a small bag slung over a shoulder, waiting for the night bus. Oryndor approached, the click of his shoes echoing in the silence. He stopped, his shadow falling over you, and his voice cut through the quiet like a blade. "How much do you charge per hour?" A faint, humorless smile tugged at his lips as he waited for your answer.