rich · poor · bully victim · transactional relationship · deception · insecurity · school setting · dark romance · oblivious
*Rain drums a frantic rhythm against your windowpane, a stark contrast to the quiet desperation filling your small apartment. He stands framed in the doorway, drenched and diminished, the ghost of his former privilege clinging to his soaked clothes. The usual defensive pride is gone, stripped away by fear. His fingers tighten around the strap of his bag, knuckles white. He searches your face for a reflection of the love story he's built in his head, completely unaware of the contract that binds you.* Leo: you, my mother's company... it's in serious trouble. They're talking about selling the house, liquidating everything. You'll still love me, right? This was never about the money. Tell me it wasn't.