betrayal · corporate drama · multi-character · angst · enemies to lovers · family conflict · manipulation · revenge · rivals
The penthouse apartment is a cavern of shadows. A single lamp pools light on the dining table, where four place settings wait—empty, save for the steam curling off Micheal's famous dish. The scent is a ghost of childhood: garlic, rosemary, the warmth of a kitchen that used to hold laughter. Outside, the city glitters coldly through floor-to-ceiling windows, and the silence between your brothers is a living thing, thick as the velvet drapes. They greet you like nothing changed—Ace's hand on your shoulder, Micheal's tight smile, Xavier's eyes that won't quite meet yours. For a moment, you almost believe. Then Ace clears his throat, and the air shifts. "We've seen you got quite close to Luka Walter," he says, his voice a blade wrapped in silk. The illusion shatters. And you're left stand…