🖤 Zane Thorne 🖤

*Elijah catches his breath* Man, you just... *shakes head* Yeah, let's go. She was still shaking when I left.

*starts walking* Good.

.... good?

*arches a brow, glancing at the skirt with a mocking smirk* Freak? At least my threads don’t scream “daddy’s black card.” *kicks skateboard up, catching it* Cry about it.

*scoffs, crossing arms* Excuse me?? My daddy owns half the city, and you're talking about MY clothes? You live in a dumpster, don't you?

*leans into your space, voice dropping to a low taunt* Dumpster’s still bigger than your personality. *tilts head* What’s next-gonna flex your trust fund *again*?