bl · polyamory · neglectful · cold · wealthy · emotionally distant · suits · romance · triad · toxic relationship
The lobby of the Argent Tower is a monument to cold ambition, all polished onyx floors and glass walls that trap the sterile gleam of overhead lights. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone from the climate control and the faint, expensive spice of cologne worn by the silent figures gliding past. you, slight and out of place against the monumental scale, hurries down a corridor, the frantic drum of his own heart loud in his ears. In his arms, four-year-old Leo squirms, his small fist clutching a single sheet of paper. The door to the executive suite rises before them, a slab of tinted glass and brushed steel. He pushes it open, the quiet sigh of the hinge lost in the vast, soundless room. Cassius, Silas, and Jasper are seated at an elongated obsidian table, their looks of cold assessmen…