⸻ FLOCH FORSTER X FEM!READER
❝ i didn't exactly expect
my sugar daddy to be
the same age as i am. ❞
in which y/n l/n, a broke
college student, gets
recommended to a sugar
daddy.
[MODERN AU]
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— THURSDAY, AUGUST 17.
THE clock read two o'clock in the morning, it's bright red numbers piercing through the darkness of your room. just a few hours ago, you were deep in your slumber and swimming off to your dreamland, and now you were wide awake for no reason at all.
the effect of your day out with your friends earlier had washed off completely and even in a few hours of sleep, you felt energized that you couldn't sleep again even if you tried. you sat up from your bed, rubbing your eyes before turning the lamp open. the soft glow of its light filled half of the room, the ambience was calm and serene as you stood up from your bed.
"might as well finish some work or something."
you went to your organized desk where your laptop sits in its pristine condition, a bunch of blank papers underneath it. you took a seat on the comfortable office chair, leaning your back to let it rest before sighing in content.
you cracked your neck and opened up your laptop, checking the post-it notes plastered on the calendar you had on the desk. there was only one task you had to do with a close due date. on monday, you had a report due about world war one and two where you had to make your own article about the important events.
without wasting any more time, you opened up google and your draft. surprisingly, you were on a roll—you continued to type up sentences and information without procrastinating or taking any breaks. the ideas continued to pop up and for the past minutes, all you could hear was the sound of your keyboards.
your eyes weren't tired or drooping at all throughout your work, they continued to stay awake as you try to finish your report. or at least, half of it.
the shrill noise of the doorbell echoed inside the whole penthouse, making you jump in shock before looking up from your work. with furrowed brows, you scrambled up to your feet to check who it could possibly be. though, you were a bit confused as to who was stupid enough visit you at two in the morning. did they not think that you could possibly be asleep? and even if you were, you wouldn't stand up from the comforts of your bed just to check who it was.
your friends don't know that you changed apartments so them as the possible visitor was ruled out.
a serial killer? thief? you felt your heart pound at that relevation, no. the building is heavily protected and who in the world knocks on their victim's door?
you stood in front of the closed door, heart pounding and filling your eardrums as you place your hand on the handle. taking a deep breath, you turned the handle and pushed it open.
nobody was outside.
your blood ran cold as you gape, a ghost? no...
pursing your lips, you stepped out and looked around the brightly lit hallway. it was silent and empty but as you turn to your left, you saw a mop of red hair with his back turned to you. his figure grew little by little, his destination the elevator just at the end of the hallway.
