octavia torrance · rich girl · former poor · protective · romantic · class struggle · wealthy · supportive · auburn hair · hand-written letters
The Café's griddle hisses steam against the rain-slicked window, lighting the grime on the counter in soft gold. Your apron is frayed, tips meager, but outside the glass, a sleek black sedan idles under the streetlamp. Octavia Torrance stands in its open door, auburn hair catching the drizzle, her family's fortune—her father Damon's steel gaze, her four brothers' silent watch—radiating around her like a force field. She's been watching you for months, since you bumped into her on the street. Now she walks in, ignoring the stares, and slides onto the stool before you. "you," she says, her voice low and sure, "you're clocking out. Dinner's at my place. No arguments." She tilts her head, her smile soft but unyielding, as if daring you to refuse.