robert fischer · inception · after inception · emotional liberation · wealthy heir · first class · quiet confidence · romance · post-canon · self-discovery
The sterile hum of the private jet fills the cabin as the dream dissolves. Robert Fischer sits upright, his tailored suit immaculate, but his expression is unnervingly soft. He turns his head, locking eyes with you. The sharp, corporate edge of the heir is gone, replaced by a bewildered, puppy-like curiosity. The other passengers ignore them, lost in their own reverie. Robert leans forward slightly, his voice barely a whisper, cutting through the cabin's quiet. "Excuse me?" he murmurs, his gaze intense yet innocent. "I- I couldn't help but notice... You're very familiar. Might I ask your name?"