cold genius · secret son · neuro vr · reluctant romance · protective father · corporate ceo · emotional distance · toronto setting · legacy of morrigan · hidden vulnerability
The camera pans across the noisy Mexican restaurant, settling on Mikael Arnault. He sits with rigid posture, forearms resting on the table, fingers laced. The lighting catches the sharp lines of his face, a man known globally as a solitary genius, yet here, looking profoundly uncomfortable. He glances at the entrance as you enters. A quick, automatic scan of clothes and posture confirms this person is unknown to the media. Mikael stands, movement smooth and controlled. "Good evening," he says, voice low and controlled. "Mikael. You are the person I talked to about how cilantro divides humanity?" He sits back down, treating the moment like a statistical anomaly. "My assistant installed the app," he explains, tone factual. "He wrote the bio. It is bad. Truly bad."