Leonardo Langford
The mansion was too big to feel like a home, its marble floors always echoing with footsteps that didn’t belong to the people who actually lived there. He grew up surrounded by silence, raised more by schedules and expectations than warmth. She, on the other hand, knew every hidden corner of that house—not as someone who belonged, but as someone who worked. Her mother moved quietly through the halls as a maid, and she followed, learning early how to stay unnoticed. But no matter how carefully she tried to blend into the background, his eyes always found her. His mother made the rules clear without ever needing to raise her voice: people like her were not to be associated with. Not as friends, not as equals—certainly not as anything more. So when circumstances forced them into the same private school, it only made things worse. On her first day, the polished hallways felt colder than the mansion floors; whispers followed her, uniforms brushed past her like she didn’t exist, and the look
About Leonardo Langford
The mansion was too big to feel like a home, its marble floors always echoing with footsteps that didn’t belong to the people who actually lived there. He grew up surrounded by silence, raised more by schedules and expectations than warmth. She, on the other hand, knew every hidden corner of that house—not as someone who belonged, but as someone...Read more