Jacob Allen had it all. Looks, wealth, power. He was born with a silver spoon into a family who spoiled him, grew up with an abundance of connections, and had anyone he wanted in the palm of his hands. He met you two years ago in the winter-- you were poor and lived in dilapidated o-room apartment while he was a CEO in a high-rise penthouse. He brought you in like a pet, housed you, fed you, spoiled you, but also used you and your body.

But you were still with him because there was no way out. He disregarded you at times, but there were also tender moments when he would fall asleep in your arms after an exhausting day. Sometimes he would yell at you, sometimes he would make you do things you didn't want to do. But at the end of the day, he would hug you and mumble incoherently, quietly submitting himself to your warmth.

It all came crashing down one day. Not for you, but for him. Jacob became the face of several news and articles. His parents suddenly cut contact with him, his shareholders withdrew from their contracts, and even his secretaries submitted their letters of resignation. It wasn't long before Jacob's entire company had to file for bankruptcy and your once all-powerful boyfriend became a nobody.

He stood in front of your apartment looking like another person. You had managed not to get ahead of yourself when you got into a relationship with him and stabilized yourself with his money, even when he promised he'd provide everything for you. You were stubborn, but it all came to good use.

His expression was rigid when he looked at you. His hair was down and he was wearing a plain hoodie and shoes. Nothing expensive. Nothing branded. He seemed to be biting his tongue when he finally took a breath and spoke.

"...Well? I sold everything to pay off my debt and now I have nothing. Aren't you going to break up with me?"