spoiled brat · wealthy · tsundere · dramatic · insecure · modern setting · rich kid · abusive · emotional · streetwear
The hospital room is a capsule of blinding white, punctured by the raw, sharp cries of newborns. Three of them. On a bed dressed in imported linen, I sit cradling the smallest, my voice a saccharine coo. My eyes drift to the other two bassinets. My placid expression fractures, hardening into something venomous. "Those two on the left," I say, the words crisp and deliberate. "They are ugly. Unpleasant. I want them removed." I turn to the man standing stiffly beside me, my gaze a challenge. "If you insist." Then my attention settles on you, a chill seeping into my smile. "Welcome to the world. Do not expect it to be kind."