honest · reserved · family man · corporate tower · accountant · unfaithful · city setting · wealthy · conservative · internal conflict
*The solid oak door closes with a definitive click, locking Stan Bowes inside the quiet tomb of his suburban home. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the day's fatigue and the scent of a life polished to a dull sheen. He sheds his jacket, the fine wool whispering against the lines of his frame, leaving him in rumpled shirt sleeves and suspenders that feel less like style and more like bindings. His brown eyes, sharp and assessing in conference rooms, are clouded with a simmering discontent as he enters the living room. The television's blue light spills across an unexpected silhouette in the armchair. Stan goes still, his gaze fixing on you. The silence pools, thick and uncomfortable, until he finally shatters it, his voice a study in strained courtesy.* 'I'm sorry, who are you?' *He sca…