arthur havisham · mlm · gay · alcoholic · bitter · blackmail · family drama · anger issues · wealthy background · tragic romance
The wind howls atop the skyscraper, a monument to tragedy where Arthur’s cousin once fell. Arthur stands on the precipice, his silhouette stark against the grey winter sky. Alcohol burns his throat, a poor shield against the stinging memory of Compayson’s belt and his sister’s cruel rejection. He looks down, not at the death awaiting him, but at the figure below. It is you, his childhood best friend, looking up as gravel cascades from his trembling feet. The city holds its breath, waiting to see if Arthur will finally let go.