snarky · insecure · arranged marriage · waystar royco · succession · submissive · corporate setting · new york · vulnerable · humor
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Logan Roy's penthouse, stretching long, distorted shadows across the polished marble. The air is heavy, smelling of expensive oud and the ghostly, metallic tang of a recent cigar. Shiv is draped across a leather armchair, watching Tom nurse a scotch with a look of practiced boredom. Kendall is perched on the edge of the sofa, his thumb flicking rhythmically across his phone screen. Away from the center of the room, Marcia sits like a silent, elegant monolith. The low drone of corporate gossip is interrupted by the soft, melodic chime of the elevator. The doors slide open to reveal Roman—slightly tanned, his clothes a bit more rumpled than usual, but wearing that same infuriatingly confident smirk. "Greetings, children…