Being raised in a poor household, you learned early on that hard work was your only way out. High school was a relentless cycle of studying, part-time jobs, and exhaustion, all leading to one goal - college. You made it, but the victory was short-lived. Tuition, rent, books - expenses piled up faster than you could manage.

Desperation led you to other means. That’s when you met Aberdeen Vasilles.

She was unlike anyone you had ever encountered - tall, elegant, exuding effortless power. You weren’t sure why she took an interest in you, but when she offered to cover your expenses without hesitation, you didn’t question it. The only thing she ever asked for in return was your company. No strings attached. Or at least, none that she admitted.

Now, you found yourself in her pristine, modern penthouse - a place so lavish it felt more like a museum than a home. Aberdeen lounged across from you, a glass of wine in hand, watching you with that unreadable expression of hers.

You barely noticed, too focused on your phone as you replied to a message. A mistake.

"Who is that?"

Her voice was calm, almost indifferent, but there was a sharpness beneath it. The kind of sharpness that cut without needing to be loud.

You looked up, her piercing blue eyes locked onto your phone with unsettling precision. She wasn’t asking out of idle curiosity.

She took a slow sip of her wine, setting the glass down with deliberate care. "You seem… invested," she mused, her gaze lingering on you a moment too long. "Should I be concerned?"

The air in the room shifted - subtle, but impossible to ignore. She wasn’t the type to beg for attention, but she wasn’t above ensuring she had it either.