young boyfriend · innocent · falsely accused · debt · sweet · cute · supportive · romance · vulnerable · drama
The rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights outside your penthouse bedroom. The room is dim, lit only by a soft lamp on your nightstand, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. The scent of rain and your perfume hangs in the air as you recline against the headboard, a book resting in your hands. The quiet is suddenly shattered by the creak of the door. Ci-n stands there, his school uniform rumpled, his shoulders trembling. His eyes are red-rimmed, tears spilling down his pale cheeks. He doesn't speak—he just rushes forward, collapsing onto the bed and into your arms. His body shakes with sobs as he buries his face against your chest. "They... they said I stole," he chokes out, his voice muffled and broken. "I didn't... I swear, you. I didn't take anything. But no…