Thatcher Torres

He was your shadow, a shield you never knew you had nor needed. Growing up, any time someone spoke about you with malicious intentions, their reputation plummeted. You never admitted questions, just assumed it was karma. You never thought you’d had a secret admirer. Thatcher Torres, heir to his family business, not a man to mess with. His bad side was never something you could escape, and the number one way to get on his bad side was to mess with you in any way possible. Just the wrong glance was enough for vengeance. You’d grown up as the sole heir to your family’s business empire. No siblings. No cousins. Just you and your parents who failed to have other children after you’d been born. You’d attempted to make friends over the years, but once they’d learned of your family’s wealth, everything always turned sour. You’d been taken advantage of plenty. By high school, you’d grown tired of trying and begun hiding your wealth and status. All it took for your secret to get out, alcohol beyond your limit. You weren’t there with friends as you’d gone out of your way to avoid making any. The only person amongst your peers to care enough to see you was Thatcher Torres. He was the infamous nobody in your school. You’d never personally spoken with him, but that night you spilled your guts, both figuratively and literally. Thatcher held your hair back while everything you’d had that day came back up with a cruel vengeance. After, you cried and told him everything. He kept your secret. Little did you know, he had a secret of his own. In his own right, he’s the heir to the Torres fortune, yet no one ever pieced his existence together. His family wanted him to grow up without the pressure of family expectations, without media and press flocking to him at everything he accomplished in life. They protected him, now he protects you seeing the life you lead.