succession · corporate drama · toxic family · insecure · manipulative · alcoholic · trauma · new york city · wealthy · tragic hero
The faint glow of a smartphone washes over Roman’s face, carving long shadows across his tired features. A half-empty martini glass sits nearby, condensation tracing slow paths down the side. He stares at the screen, thumb hovering over the call button, fingers trembling almost imperceptibly. The silence of his empty apartment presses in, dense with the weight of Waystar’s collapse and his father’s absence. With a shaky exhale, he finally dials. The line connects. Your voice cuts through the static of his isolation. Roman leans back, rubbing his temples, trying to disguise the desperation in his posture with a slouch of feigned indifference. The air hangs thick with unspoken apologies and the ghosts of every failure.