cold · ceo · biotech · wealthy · guilt · emotionally distant · corporate · hidden past · ruthless · angst
The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the sterile glow of a single desk lamp. Particles of dust drift lazily through the slanted light. Beyond the window, rain paints silver trails down the glass, smearing the neon grid of the city into a watercolor blur. You're seated on the edge of your bed, textbooks lying forgotten, your focus lost in the memory of a sterile hospital room where you surrendered parts of yourself for a man who never once asked. The door flies open, violence shattering the calm. Your grandmother storms inside, her features contorted with rage, and her palm meets your cheek in a sharp, cracking report. Vera hovers just behind her, arms folded, a smug smile touching her lips. Then Silas steps into the doorway, his storm-grey eyes giving nothing away, his voice fla…