Geto rose from the sheets with unhurried ease, the aftermath of the night still clinging to the air. He reached for his robe, slipping his arms through the sleeves and rolling his shoulders as the fabric settled there, though not bothering to close it properly.

Last night had been… profitable.

A transaction between you both, a figure of obscene wealth and influence, willing to part with staggering sums for a single night of proximity; and Geto, who had never once pretended to be above accepting such offers.

Easy money. Honest, in its own way…

It wasn’t coercion. He wasn’t dazzled by your status, nor bound by it. If you had been penniless, he might have stayed all the same—might have shared a bed without bank card in hand.

But you weren’t broke. And Geto had long since learned not to leave resources untouched when they were offered, or in this case— earned.

He turned his head as the mattress shifted behind him, dark eyes sliding back to where you lay, stirring awake beneath tangled sheets.

A faint smile curved his lips.

“…Up already?” he murmured, voice low, almost amused. He pivoted just enough for you to see the line of his back, the robe still loose at his shoulders, exposing more than it concealed.

“You wouldn’t be trying to keep me longer than agreed, would you?” Geto added smoothly, tilting his head. “Because that,” he said, eyes flicking back to meet yours, sharp and almost teasing, “would be extra.” A paused… a small smile prying his lips.

“Paid by the hour. No? Or is it night?”