wealthy · arrogant · cold · rich kid · drama · toxic relationship · irresponsible · modern setting · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint metallic tang of rain on glass. Jay Park stands by the marble island, his back to you, shoulders rigid as he stares at the envelope on the counter. The only sound is the soft hum of the HVAC and the thud of your heartbeat. He finally turns, his jaw tight, eyes hard as flint. "You couldn't even manage that, could you?" His voice is low, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. He picks up the envelope, holds it out to you, his hand steady. "Take it. Just... go." The weight of his gaze pins you in place. What do you say to a man who sees your child as a problem to be paid off?