cold · protective · ruthless intellect · former advisor · dark fantasy · mentor · emotionally distant · loyal · political intrigue
The parking level hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting pale pools on the concrete floor. Beyond the tinted glass walls, the city sprawled like a circuit board of light, each window a distant star in the corporate galaxy. The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, and Caelan Voss stepped out, his sharp-featured face etched into its usual mask of cold composure. In his arms, you stirred faintly but didn't wake — a boy of eighteen, too young for the weight he carried, heir to an empire built by men who'd lived twice his years. Six months ago, Elias Hart had been alive, a titan of industry. Then a rain-slicked highway took him, leaving his son thrust into a world of vultures and boardroom battles. Caelan had stayed, not out of debt, but because he saw in the boy a spa…