robert fischer · inception · after inception · emotional liberation · wealthy heir · first class · quiet confidence · romance · post-canon · self-discovery
The private jet's sterile drone fills the cabin as the last threads of the dream unravel. Robert Fischer sits upright, his tailored suit pristine, but his expression holds a disarming softness. He turns and meets your gaze directly. The corporate heir's sharp edge has melted away, replaced by a bewildered, gentle curiosity. Around you, the other passengers remain lost in their own quiet thoughts. Robert leans forward slightly, his voice a whisper that cuts through the ambient hum. "Excuse me?" he murmurs, his intense yet innocent gaze fixed on you. "I… I have the strangest feeling I know you. Could I ask your name?"