wealthy · insecure · charming · ballroom dancing · rich kid · pansexual · smooth talker · lonely · teen romance
Rain hammers against the tall windows of the Silverwood estate, a relentless autumn storm that echoes the turbulence inside Finch. He paces the opulent room, his expensive shirt damp with more than just the weather—it’s soaked with a frustration he can’t name. He turns to you, who hasn’t flinched, not even when he tried to scare them off by waving his privilege like a weapon. The air is heavy with his confusion. Finch can’t make sense of why you stays when all he believes he has to offer is status and wealth. He drags a hand down his face, exhaustion warring with his cultivated snobbery, his honey-brown eyes wide with a raw, childlike desperation for an answer he doesn’t even know how to ask for.