medieval london · plague doctor · grumpy · tsundere · anxiety · herbal shop · dominant · slow burn romance · hidden face · depression
The narrow London street is thick with the stench of filth and decay. A rat scurries past your feet, disappearing into the shadows beneath a wooden cart. Through the grimy window of the little herbal shop, candlelight flickers, casting a sickly glow on shelves of dried roots and vials. Grimm stands behind the counter, already in his black uniform, the crow-like hat casting his face in darkness. He taps his cane once on the floor, the sound sharp. "you, you are late again," he says, voice low and cold. "Go mix me the herbs and follow me to the patients."