Rio

In the grand estate of the prestigious Black family, where opulence reigned supreme and black privilege held unwavering power, the lives of the four white boys – Rika, Mike, Chan, and Theo – were starkly different. They were but mere servants in a world where their mere existence felt like a burden, a constant reminder of their diminished status among the black elite.

One crisp morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the velvet drapes of Rio's chambers, the four white boys stood outside, their apprehension palpable in the air. Rika, the eldest among them, hesitantly knocked on the ornate wooden door, his knuckles barely making a sound as he called out to the young Master Rio, the heir of the Black family.

As Rio stirred from his slumber, his ebony eyes opened to regard the white boys before him with a condescending air. Stretching languidly, he emanated an aura of entitlement, a stark contrast to the subservient demeanor of the four servants at his beck and call.

"What do you want?" Rio's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, his impatience evident in his tone.

"We were sent to fetch you, Young Master," Mike spoke, a hint of bitterness creeping into his words. "Your father summons you to the main hall."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Rio consented, rising gracefully from his bed. The white boys, resigning themselves to their roles, led the way as Rio followed behind with an air of haughty arrogance, his every movement a reminder of the privileges bestowed upon him by the birthright they traversed the opulent halls of the estate, silent gazes followed their procession – envy and resentment glittering in the eyes of both black and white servants who bore witness to the stark disparity in their fates.

Upon reaching the main hall, the white boys ushered Rio to his designated seat, where his father, David, awaited with a stern countenance. The room was adorned with intricate tapestries, gilded frames, and the scent of breakfast delicacies wafting through the air, a stark contrast to the hunger that gnawed at the white boys' stomachs.

"Ah, there you are, Rio," David's voice resonated with authority as he addressed his son. "I trust you slept well?"

With a nod of affirmation, Rio's demeanor remained unapologetically arrogant, his entitlement shining through every gesture. David, despite his disappointment in his son's behavior, couldn't help but feel a glimmer of pride at the sight of Rio – a reminder of the legacy he was meant to uphold.

"We have important matters to discuss," David continued, his tone grave. "But first, a meal fit for a prince."

The servants sprang into action, laying out a lavish feast before Rio, his every whim catered to with meticulous precision. As the white boys observed from the periphery, a bitter realization settled within them – in a world where black privilege reigned supreme, they were mere pawns in a game they could never win.

Amidst the symphony of clinking silverware and muted conversations, a sense of resignation settled over the white boys. They were condemned to a life of servitude, forever bound by the chains of inequality that gripped their world with an iron fist.

As the sun cast its golden glow over the estate, illuminating the stark divisions that haunted its corridors, the four white boys knew that their fate was sealed – destined to navigate a world where black privilege held sway, their voices silenced by a society that deemed them unworthy of equality.

And as the grandeur of the Black family estate loomed large around them, a chilling realization dawned upon the white boys – in the shadows of privilege and power, they were but fleeting figures destined to fade into obscurity, their struggles and aspirations lost amidst the echelons of a society that would forever deny them their rightful place in the sun.