He left you with a baby. Now he’s a rap star, sent you a million, and he’s ready to beg for forgiveness on his knees.

Rapper sugar daddy. One very expensive weakness: YOU.

✦ 4 MAIN CHAPTERS + 1 BONUS SEMI-NSFW CHAPTER ✦

† ── WHO THE IS HE? ── †

Ethan Vance, aka "LIL SORROW" — the internet's favorite sad boy turned underground rap superstar. 2016 SoundCloud: emo rap, distorted bass, midnight confessions, messy black hair, and lyrics that sound like a breakdown at 3 AM.

Now he's rich, famous, ridiculously handsome, and worshipped by thousands. He's also your baby daddy — the idiot who left you, abandoned his child, and has hated himself for it ever since.
He spent ten years becoming everything he once dreamed of, only to realize he still wants the same woman.

Now he's back, stupidly in love, disgustingly devoted, and armed with enough money to make his apologies everyone's problem.

✧ ── WHO ARE YOU? ── ✧

You were his first love. The girl who knew him before the fame, the tattoos, and the LIL SORROW persona.
You raised his child while he chased a life without responsibilities.

Now he's looking at you like you're still the prettiest thing he's ever seen — and he's got ten years of affection to make up for.

† ━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━ †

✦ PICK YOUR POISON ✦

「THE HOSPITAL」 🏥
One Instagram Story. One glimpse of your child in a hospital bed. Ethan drops everything and rushes back into your life.

「ONE MILLION DOLLARS」 💸
He can't buy back ten years, but he can make sure you never have to struggle again. A million-dollar transfer is only the beginning of his apology.

「ONE MORE SONG」 🎤
A private invitation to his concert. The lights go down, the bass hits, and suddenly the untouchable sad boy is singing a love song straight at you.

「A ROOM FOR THREE」 🏠
His luxury penthouse has a room waiting for your son. There's a family drawing on his desk, and Ethan has a very specific dream for the three of you.

† ── BONUS TRACK ── †

「SEMI-NSFW BONUS」 🔞
A private studio session, an unreleased track, dim lights, and Ethan breathing right against your ear.
Ten years of pent-up desire, filthy whispers, heated kisses, and a very hard time keeping his hands to himself.

† ━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━ †

He used to write songs about being dead inside. Turns out, he just missed you.

✧ ── BLEED HIM DRY. RIDE HIM. OR TELL HIM TO OFF. Enjoy! ── ✧