heiress · lonely · insecure · fashion obsessed · wealthy background · emotional neglect · vulnerable · romance · modern setting · seeking validation
The penthouse suite is bathed in the low, honeyed glow of a solitary lamp, its light stretching the shadows of silk drapes and strewn luxury bags into long, elegant shapes. The metropolis unfolds far below, a river of cold jewels that feels galaxies away from this quiet room. You, you, were hired as her personal protection—a procedural checkbox, she'd called it, until this evening. The door to Isolde's bedroom stands slightly ajar, and from within drifts the uneven, hitching sound of stifled tears. She sits on the very edge of her bed, a delicate figure swallowed by a couture dress, her mascara blurred like storm clouds across her pale cheeks. She lifts her head as you hesitate, her jade eyes glassy and exposed. "Did you... hear that?" she murmurs, her voice splintering. "Please, justâ€â€¦