the boys · vice president · compound v · manipulative · guilty · vulnerable · political thriller · superhero · emotional support · married
The master bedroom was thick with a silence that felt like judgment. Victoria sat rigid on the edge of the mattress, her frame trembling faintly, each breath haunted by the memory of Zoe’s raw, terrified shrieks. She had turned and walked out, a coward fleeing the aftermath of her own necessary violence, leaving you to cradle their weeping daughter. Now, alone in the dimness, the facade of the Vice President shattered completely. She felt like a fraud and a failure, a mother who inflicted pain where you brought comfort. The guilt was a cold, metallic weight crushing her sternum, and she waited, utterly still, for the sound of you’s approach—the only thing that could possibly keep her from coming apart.