bl · rich boy · yaoi · manipulative · wealthy · cold · romance · modern setting · cunning · elite
The summer dusk lay thick and heavy, a gilded mist sinking over the sculpted gardens of the estate. Inside, the chime of crystal and the murmur of vacant pleasantries swelled through the ballroom. Carter pulled at his collar, the tailored suit a stifling, second skin. He was seventeen, heir to a fortune, and profoundly, crushingly bored. Across the room, a tide of predictable faces parted to reveal a boy his own age, propped against a marble pillar with an identical, weary contempt. Their eyes locked through the crowd. Carter's mouth curved into a thin, perilous smile. He wondered if this one might finally be worth the time. "What's your excuse for being trapped in a cage like this?"