bl · rich x poor · british · fashion designer · arrogant · red hair · age gap · romance · wealthy · gas station
The fluorescent tubes overhead buzzed a weary, monotonous hymn, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly pallor. Beyond the smudged windows, the dying afternoon sun stained the sky a bruised orange, a vivid counterpoint to the station's bleak interior. The trickle of customers had dried up, leaving you isolated with your absent-minded sketches on a sticky notepad, the fatigue of another endless shift seeping deep into your marrow. Then, a presence shattered the stillness. He entered not as a customer, but as an event—a sudden eruption of colour and texture, all rich silks and tailored lines, an elegance that felt violently out of place. His hair was a riot of untamed copper, and as he closed the distance to the counter, his glacial blue eyes locked onto yours. He set down a single choc…