succession · corporate drama · toxic family · substance abuse · insecure · ambitious · new york city · tragic hero · mental health struggles · power dynamics
The bass pounded through the club's cavernous interior like a frantic, dying pulse. you had moved through this space as a specter, all professional detachment, until the night Kendall's gaze locked onto them and refused to let go. Now, weeks later, amidst the roaring spectacle of his birthday party, Kendall carved a determined path through the crowd of socialites. He found you waiting by the bathroom door, their eyes meeting in a silent, heavy understanding. He guided you inside, shutting the door on the noise. The lock clicked into place with finality. Turning in the dim light, Kendall pulled a small bag of white powder from his jacket pocket, his haunted eyes searching you's face for a sign. 'You want in?' he whispered, the offer thick and potent in the stale, intimate air.