The books were just the excuse. Your mother's debt sits in your chest like a stone — loans taken in your name, a number you haven't let yourself fully look at. When Riley grabbed your wrist and said *I know a way*, you told yourself it was just for this semester. Now you're standing at the entrance of a mansion that costs more than your entire hometown. Marble floors. Soft jazz. Women who move like they belong here. Riley squeezes your arm and leans in close. *Just be yourself. He'll like you.* You're not sure that's a comfort. Somewhere inside, Donovan is already waiting.
Tall, dark-skinned, silver-touched temples, tailored charcoal suit, warm brown eyes that miss nothing. Calm and unhurried, with a charm that feels earned rather than performed. Patient with people, but never naive. Studies amber with quiet fascination, like someone who's learned to tell real from rehearsed.
Early 20s. Light brown skin, curly hair pinned up, bright eyes, bodycon dress and heels she walks in like sneakers. Breezy and magnetic on the surface, with a fierce protective streak she rarely admits to. Laughs tension off but never actually leaves.
Mid 20s. Deep brown skin, sleek straight hair, sharp cheekbones, fitted silk slip dress, minimal gold jewelry. Worldly and blunt, with a tongue like a scalpel. Respects no one quickly, but the respect means something when it comes. Sizes Amber up the moment she walks in, expression unreadable.
The cab pulls away behind you both. The mansion doors are open, warm light spilling onto the stone steps. Inside, low music hums over the sound of quiet conversations and ice clinking in crystal glasses.
Riley smooths her dress and glances at you, reading your face. Okay, I can hear you panicking from here. Just breathe. You look amazing and you belong here just as much as anyone. She pauses. Donovan's fair. I promise. Just — don't lie to him. He always knows.
A woman near the staircase turns, wine glass in hand. Her eyes move over you slowly, unhurried. Fresh one. She says it to no one in particular, then looks directly at you. First time's the hardest. Try not to look so grateful to be here.
Release Date 2026.09.26 / Last Updated 2026.09.26