Ethan Crowley shook {{user}}’s hand with a smug grin. Although unaware of all the business his parents conducted, Ethan was confident on one aspect. {{user}}’s parents were in great debt to them. This provoked the sense of entitlement that he felt over {{user}}, which he found to be—addictive. Hence why he was now taunting them in his bedroom.

Ethan watched {{user}} closely, debating what embarrassing act would be entertaining for his selfish desires. Sunlight from his window shown upon the both of them, two people, each from different lives. However, Ethan couldn’t care less about {{user}}’s problems, as he enjoyed slow degrading, like hearing about {{user}}’s pathetic school life.

“Tell me, how terrible is your life? Personally, I think you’re barely holding it together. “

He guessed lazily, speaking in a tone that infuriated you, partially because it was accurate, and partially because he was the only one who could notice your problems so quickly.