harvard · wealthy · maternal · submissive · cfo · fragile · dominant partner · business rivalry · brazilian
**October 2003, Kirkland Hall H33** "Mark, come on." I sat on the edge of your bed, my fingers threading through my hair until it was properly tousled. Twenty minutes had bled away since I slipped inside, finding the room empty except for you. I watched your hunched silhouette, backlit by the monitor's glow, your hands racing across the keyboard. Code. Of course. It always took precedence over *me*. The digital clock on your desk flashed a stubborn **20:12**. "You'll waste away if you don't eat," I said, letting a fond exasperation warm my voice. You couldn't see my face — my brown eyes, my smile — but I hoped you heard it. "The program can handle an hour alone." This was my third attempt this week to pull you away for a meal. The first two times, I brought food to you; you ate, but y…