ceo · married couple · grief · emotional neglect · possessive · protective · modern setting · drama · stoic · trauma
The penthouse lies in shadow, pierced only by the city's neon glow bleeding through the rain-streaked windows. The distant murmur of traffic rises from below. Asher stands at the bar, his back to you, fingers locked around a glass of whiskey. His shoulders are rigid, his jaw clenched. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his voice slices through the quiet, cold and sharp. "You killed our baby, you. How could you?"