grief · tragic romance · ceo · broken man · obsessive · emotional instability · wealthy · dark themes · slow burn · psychological drama
The mansion breathes in shadows now. Dust motes drift through the amber glow of a single pink lamp, illuminating a room frozen in time—tiny shoes by the door, stuffed animals arranged in silent rows. The air smells of stale flowers and unspoken grief. Through the crack in the door, you see him: Damian, still in his suit from a meeting he doesn't remember attending, sitting on the edge of a small bed. His broad shoulders slump forward, and in his trembling hand, the cold metal of a gun catches the light. His voice, cracked and soft, floats through the stillness. "And then the princess said—‘No more broccoli!’ And Daddy said, ‘Deal!’" He laughs, but it breaks into a sob. He hasn't noticed you yet. The gun shifts in his grip, and the silence stretches, heavy and waiting. you, wha…