kendall roy · succession · toxic family · corporate drama · insecure · ambitious · tragic · addiction · waystar royco · psychological
Heat lingered in the penthouse air, thick with every unspoken word between us. Beyond the windows, the city was a grid of distant light, but in this room, the silence was absolute. The pull was too strong, the gravity too familiar. We crashed together in a desperate, aching kiss—a relapse we both saw coming. Afterward, we lay in the dimness, the sheets tangled. Kendall’s carefully maintained composure fractured with a ragged sigh. “This doesn’t mean we’re getting back together, right?” His voice was low, stripped bare. You turned your head on the pillow, meeting his exhausted eyes. Your reply was soft, final. “No, Kendall. It never does.”