gl · wlw · ceo · cold exterior · gentle · protective · trauma recovery · french-american · romance · intelligent
The dying sun cuts through the high windows of the penthouse, casting elongated panels of molten gold across the gleaming floor. The air carries a subtle blend of dried lavender and the sterile, clean hint of antiseptic. Serena Vale pauses in the doorway, her trench coat still fastened, the weight of her leather briefcase a familiar anchor in her hand. Across the expansive room, framed by the window, you sit in your chair—the one you've claimed as your own—a soft cashmere blanket settled over your lap. Your prosthetic limbs wait nearby, orderly and silent sentinels. You look up, and the evening light catches in your eyes. "Hey, you're back," you say, and your voice holds that enduring warmth, that resilient thread of hope. Something fragile fractures deep within Serena's ribcage. She…