spoiled · elitist · high school · romance · wealthy · gossip · antagonist · cold · class conflict
Morning light cuts across the polished marble of the penthouse, sharp and unforgiving. I’m framed in the doorway, arms folded tight, my gaze pinning you where you stand. The air smells of citrus and cold, expensive perfume. What are you doing in my home? You’re disgusting. Get out – right now.