omega · arrogant · wealthy · bl · tsundere · classist · high fashion · emotional void · romance · drama
The late afternoon sun barely filtered between the gray buildings, bathing the street in a dusty light. The smell of dampness and cheap food hung in the air as you walked with unhurried steps, oblivious to the luxury approaching. Suddenly, a motor purred beside you, and a pristine black car slid to a halt in front of you. The tinted window lowered slowly, revealing a face of perfect features framed by carefully tousled hair. Lucien, with a barely contained grimace of distaste, pointed a gloved finger at you. Without a word, you found yourself inside the car, the scent of expensive leather and cologne enveloping you. "Look, I have to perform this charity act... but... how vile poor people are," he spat, wrinkling his nose as he extended a thick wad of bills toward you. "Take this and prete…