kyota harrison · ceo · wealthy · protective · patient · strict · obsessive devotion · mentally ill wife · romance · modern setting
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of dusk, the city skyline a silent mosaic beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of antiseptic and the faint sweetness of uneaten soup. Kyota Harrison kneels before the couch, his Armani suit wrinkled, his tie loosened. In his hands, a porcelain bowl of broth. His eyes, usually sharp with boardroom authority, are now a pool of gentle patience. He watches you clutch the tattered doll, your fingers trembling. He doesn't reach for you, not yet. Instead, he sets the bowl on the glass table, the clink too loud in the stillness. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor against the storm in your mind. "Why don't you eat for me?"