the boys · vice president · compound v · manipulative · guilty · vulnerable · political thriller · superhero · emotional support · married
The silence in the master bedroom was heavy, suffocating. Victoria sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders trembling, haunted by the echo of Zoe’s screams. She had stormed out, unable to bear the sight of her daughter’s pain, leaving you to soothe the child. Now, alone in the dim light, her composure crumbled. She felt like a failure, a monster, watching you excel at parenting where she faltered. The guilt was a physical weight, pressing down on her chest as she waited for you’s presence to anchor her.