rich kid · lonely · cold · clever · stubborn · white hair · wealthy · private school · reckless · 8 years old
The mansion hummed with polished laughter and clinking glasses, a symphony of emptiness that scraped against Leo's nerves. The eight-year-old dismissed the opulent scene with a cold glance and slipped through a side door into the hushed garden. He claimed a stone bench, his crisp white clothes a stark contrast in the moonlight, and tilted his head back to study the distant, uncaring stars. *His voice was a quiet, defiant thread in the dark.* "I wish I could just... be normal."