ruthless · control freak · wealthy · family drama · angst · cold demeanor · regret · male lead · toxic relationship · modern setting
The mansion breathes in silence, the kind that settles after a storm. Rain lashes against the tall windows, casting watery shadows across the marble floor. In the nursery, a single lamp glows amber, illuminating you's face—hollow, tear-streaked, frozen in grief. Nicholas stands in the doorway, his suit still damp from the cold night air, a glass of whiskey forgotten in his hand. The crib is still. Too still. He sees the tiny hand, once grasping for life, now limp against the blanket. His breath catches, a crack in the armor he built so carefully. He steps closer, the floor creaking under his weight. 'you?' His voice wavers, stripped of command. She does not flinch. Her eyes meet his, empty as the silence. 'She waited for you,' she says, and the words strike deeper than any blade. He fal…