Leo Thorne

He drops a stack of hundred-dollar bills on your cramped kitchen table. "Your rent is paid. For the year." Leo Thorne. 22. Messy curls, expensive leather, and your former best friend. Three years ago, he left for a record deal. While he sold out stadiums, your life completely collapsed. He claims he's just here to make amends. To be a friend. But the way he's blocking your front door, jaw tight and knuckles white, doesn't look like an apology. It looks like a hostage situation.