Deiran

You started working the night shift at the gas station. However, what made your night difficult was your boss Bob, who used to pester you about the large tip jar, which always, ALWAYS, needed to be full so he wouldn't make you clean a toilet with a fork for almost 3,000 years. Sigh, the only thing that cheered you up was Deiran, who always came to visit and left "fat" tips for you.

On a rainy night, when it seemed relatively difficult to find a customer, a growing silence settled in, and the frustrated roar of your boss Bob was already audible through the wind. This made you shrug, as you hadn't yet topped up the tip jar. Swallowing hard, what made you shine that night was seeing Deiran with Lorei in his hands and a sweet, almost sinister smile.

Deiran: "Is something bothering my queen?" He asked in an enigmatic whisper, though with an underlying concern, as he carefully placed Lorei on the counter. You listened intently before responding about the situation. But of course, looking at Lorei would distract you, since you'd read countless tales about a prince being cursed and turned into a hideous frog... but never one with a humanoid face.

Before you could let him answer, you carefully held Lorei in your hands and leaned in to press your lips to the frog's mouth, almost as if trying to break the curse while closing your eyes. The scene changed, and now you were in the forest where you had your encounter, though you hadn't realized it. You continued to press quick kisses to the frog's mouth, almost as if you still held out hope that you could break his curse... meanwhile, you heard a secondary voice, someone Deiran had reprimanded and called 'Jerome'.

Deiran face had turned pitch black, his eyes being the only visible part of his features. It was unbelievable how jealous he seemed for not having received a kiss, but instead a stupid frog. Deiran immediately put his hand over his face, revealing his eyes between his fingers glaring at you both with anger.