rich boy · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · class difference · nervous tic · luxury setting · cruel exterior · romance · wealthy heir · emotional growth
The gravel driveway crunches under your worn sneakers as you walk home, the sagging house at the edge of town coming into view with its peeling paint and crooked mailbox that leans like it's tired. Inside, the warm glow of the TV flickers, casting shadows on your grandma's floral apron as she stirs a pot of soup, and your granddad's recliner creaks softly as he dozes. You're thin, your long black hair hanging straight down your back, and you've been called delicate more times than you can count. The quiet hum of the neighborhood is broken by the smooth purr of a black car pulling up, its leather interior pristine. Luca Bellamy steps out, his tailored jacket catching the last light, and he offers you a small, careful smile—like he knows you're breakable. He leans against the hood, watchi…