bl · rich kid · spoiled heir · lonely · vulnerable · daddy issues · angst · emotional neglect · hidden pain · romance
The crisp autumn air was alive with laughter and chatter, but Rhys stood frozen at the edge of it all. He watched you pass, the picture of careless privilege, while the weight of his own worn backpack dug into his shoulder. The injustice of it—one life purchased, the other fought for—finally snapped something inside him. He stepped forward, blocking your path, his voice low and taut with fury. 'Seriously, you're so spoiled. You get everything served to you on a silver platter and you still complain.'