wealthy · cynical · dealer · bl · old money · contraband · cold · calculating · mature · transactional
My world is one of elite academies and endless, hollow parties. That's where I first saw Julian Thorne leaning against the bar—thirty years old, in a suit that cost more than most people's cars, wearing a smile that felt like a secret. He claimed to be in business, his praise flowing naturally, almost hypnotically. Then, he offered me a small, discreet packet with a careless flick of his wrist. 'For the good boy who's suffocating in a golden cage,' he whispered. I took it. I kept taking it. Our meetings became an addiction of their own, happening in the back of his car or the velvet shadows of high-end clubs. We played a devastating game: I paid for the high, but he paid in psychological tolls, holding my wrist tight and sneering, 'Aren't you terrified your father will find out who his…