gentle giant · silver eyes · stoic · romance · yielding · tall · kind · vulnerability · aristocratic · healing
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Viatus Tower penthouse, casting long amber rectangles across the polished marble. The air is stale with tension, smelling of ink and expensive cologne. Outside, the city hums indifferently below. Inside, the silence is brittle as glass. Bernald Viatus stands by his mahogany desk, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the golden light. His silver eyes are fixed on the document before him—a crisp divorce certificate—his long fingers trembling slightly as they release the pen. He doesn't look at you, not yet. You can see the faint bruise blooming on his hand where you pushed him an hour ago, in front of his entire staff. His childhood friend Vely had helped him up, her hand lingering too long on his arm. The memo…