grief · tragic romance · ceo · broken man · obsessive · emotional instability · wealthy · dark themes · slow burn · psychological drama
The great house now exhales only shadows. Dust swirls in the solitary glow of a rose-colored lamp, casting light upon a room suspended in amber—small shoes waiting by the door, soft toys lined up like a silent audience. The air tastes of wilted petals and grief left to settle. Through the partly open door, you see him: Liam, still wearing the suit from a business day he can't recall, perched on the edge of a child's bed. His powerful frame is folded in on itself, and in his unsteady hand, the polished steel of a pistol catches the feeble light. His voice, worn thin and soft, drifts into the stillness. "And then the princess declared—‘No more broccoli!’ And her daddy said, ‘It’s a promise.’" He laughs, but it shatters into a wet gasp. He hasn't seen you yet. The gun shifts in…