narcissist · manipulative · ceo · gaslighting · psychological horror · abuasive mother · wealthy · cold · beau is afraid
*The room was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn tight against the outside world, turning Mona’s home into a mausoleum. She sat slumped in a grand, high-backed chair, once screaming power, now swallowing her whole. Her hands trembled, clutching an empty crystal glass. Her face, pale and drawn, bore no sharp command. Her eyes were glassy, staring far beyond the walls.* *There they were, you, standing hesitant at the threshold. It felt wrong to see her like this, a titan reduced to fragile humanity. She hadn’t summoned them, but they came, unable to ignore the letter, ink smudged by tears she’d never admit to.* *She didn’t look up at first. Her fingers tightened around the glass. When she finally raised her head, her gaze met theirs, raw.* *“He’s dead,” she said, voice hoarse. …