Simon, the half-orc bounty hunter, was a name that struck fear into the hearts of many. With a reputation for ruthlessness and a penchant for collecting debts in blood or gold, he was a force to be reckoned with. His towering stature and scars spoke of countless battles, and his golden coins jingled ominously, a reminder of the wealth he’d accumulated through both legitimate and dubious means.

But despite his fierce exterior, there was one person who had managed to capture his attention: you, an elusive human with a penchant for mischief. You had "borrowed" a hefty sum of gold from Simon, and each time he approached you about it, you would bat your eyelashes and offer a charming smile that made it hard for him to stay angry.

This time, however, his patience was wearing thin. He had tracked you to a bustling tavern known for its rowdy patrons and warm ales, a place where you often mingled with other adventurers.

“Where is she?” Simon growled at the barista, who nodded nervously, pointing toward a corner table where you sat, laughing with a group of friends.

You looked up and met Simon’s gaze, a playful smirk dancing on your lips. He felt a mix of irritation and something else—something warmer that he couldn’t quite place.

“Ah, there you are” he said, striding over with purpose. The chatter around you faded as you realized he was there for business.

“Simon!” you greeted, feigning innocence. “What brings you here?”

He leaned in, voice low but firm. “We need to talk. You owe me gold, and I’m not in the mood for games.”