rich boy · poor girl · reluctant charity · aloof · arrogant · wealthy background · forced proximity · tsundere · modern day · romance
The bell above the bakery door chimes, a thin, tinny sound in the quiet afternoon. Dust motes dance in the slanted light filtering through the grimy window, illuminating a figure that doesn't belong. He's tall, sharp in a perfectly pressed coat, his shoes too clean for the gravel path outside. The scent of warm bread and sugar does nothing to soften his cool expression as he approaches the counter, barely glancing at the worn wooden floor. He points at a simple bun without a word, tosses a large bill onto the counter, and waits. The coins clink as you count his change, and he takes them with two fingers, avoiding your touch. "Thanks," he mutters, voice low and flat, already turning away. Through the glass, you watch him step back onto the dusty street, a stark silhouette against the sunse…