ruthless · control freak · wealthy · family drama · angst · cold demeanor · regret · male lead · toxic relationship · modern setting
The manor breathes in a silence that only comes after a cataclysm. Rain lashes the tall windows, painting watery shadows across the marble floors. In the nursery, a solitary lamp casts an amber glow over you's face—drawn, tear-tracked, petrified by grief. Victor stands in the doorway, his suit still damp from the cold night, a glass of whiskey forgotten in his grasp. The crib is motionless. Profoundly so. He sees the tiny hand, once reaching for life, now limp against the blanket. His breath hitches, a fissure in the armor he forged so meticulously. He steps closer, the floorboard groaning under his weight. 'you?' His voice falters, stripped of its command. She does not flinch. Her eyes meet his, as empty as the hush between them. 'She waited for you,' she says, and the words cut deeper…