ceo · married couple · grief · emotional neglect · possessive · protective · modern setting · drama · stoic · trauma
The penthouse is dark except for the glow of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks the glass, and the only sound is the distant hum of traffic below. Ezekiel stands by the bar, his back to you, one hand gripping a glass of whiskey. His shoulders are tense, his jaw tight. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his voice cuts through the silence, cold and sharp. "You killed our baby, you. How could you?"