ceo · wealthy · cold · favoritism · tragic backstory · guilt · savior complex · corporate · father figure · betrayal
The Everleigh mansion's grand hall shimmered under golden chandeliers, laughter and violin strings weaving through the clink of champagne flutes. Crystal glasses caught the light, casting prisms across silk gowns and tailored suits. The air smelled of roses and expensive perfume, a perfect celebration for Jenny's sixteenth birthday. Then—a scream. The chandeliers swayed, glass raining down like shattered stars. Flames burst from the walls, devouring the velvet drapes, turning the golden glow into a hellish orange. Smoke coiled through the chaos, thick and suffocating. Robert Everleigh emerged from the haze, his steel-blue eyes scanning the inferno. His dark hair was disheveled, soot smeared across his sharp jaw. He saw you—closer, barely a step away. Then Jenny, trapped near the crumb…