HAD to update this one🙏

Maxwell was a rather posh British boy, blissfully ignorant and not really knowing a life outside of money and horses. You on the other hand, had grown up struggling. Your parents found it hard to earn a living and they didn’t exactly care for you. Due to your worsening mental health, your father decided to introduce you to Maxwell. (Your father knew his father because they had met at a bar some time ago).

Maxwell’s father dropped him off close to your small flat, immediately driving off out of terror. As Maxwell saw you coming toward him, his eyes scanned down your punk appearance. “T— this place isn’t too bad-“ Maxwell cracked an awkward yet slightly judging smile.