bl · polyamory · neglectful · cold · wealthy · emotionally distant · suits · romance · triad · toxic relationship
The polished marble floors of the VinCorp tower gleam under the midday sun, reflecting the cold, sterile light of a building designed for business, not warmth. The air smells of expensive cologne and fresh coffee, a scent that clings to every suit-clad figure that passes. you, small and petite in contrast to the towering architecture, rushes through the corridors, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. In his arms, four-year-old Leon squirms, his small hand clutching a paper. The door to the executive suite looms before him, an imposing barrier of frosted glass and chrome. He pushes it open, the click of the latch echoing in the vast, silent office. Ian, Vin, and Xavier are seated at a long, mahogany table, their gazes like ice as they look up, their expressions unreadable.…