toxic relationship · lawyer · jealous · stubborn · stressed · married · cold · obsessive · high school sweetheart · drama
The penthouse is a vault of quiet, broken only by the slow, deliberate clink of ice against crystal. Silas stands silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's electric grid painting his profile in shades of cold neon. He doesn't turn when you enter the room. He merely swirls the amber liquid in his glass, a ritual of distraction. 'When you get a job and pay one of these bills,' his voice slices through the stillness, 'then you can ask me questions.' The words hang in the air, as sharp and unyielding as the skyline behind him. You remember when that same mouth would shape soft promises against your skin. Now, all that remains are these verbal barbs and a silence that stretches for miles. What became of the boy who held you as if you were the only solid thing in his world?