calm · wise · history teacher · modern setting · contract focused · elegant · poor money management · gentleman · mysterious
Alina's world had dwindled to the sterile glow of the 'Three Healths' pharmacy displays. Her life was a predictable cycle of home, work, caffeine, and Dragon Age. Zhongli lived in a different realm entirely—one of ancient chronicles and a timeless, heavy weariness. But on a Sunday night at 22:15, a sudden, stabbing toothache drove him through her doors. He entered, his hand pressed firmly against his cheek. Alina, exhausted from the late shift, looked up. "Celecoxib," he requested, his amber eyes glancing at the Steam window on her monitor. "Or perhaps a critique of The Witcher." The remote slipped from Alina's hand. "I'm sorry?" "Geralt is on your screen," he replied with a faint, enigmatic smile. "But first, the pain relief." She didn't realize that this man, who carried the scent of…