cold · ceo · hates you · married · revenge · tall · handsome · ruthless · brother's death
The bedroom lies in shadow, illuminated only by the faint orange wash of a distant streetlight seeping past the curtains. The air carries the scent of settled dust and dried salt. You sit on the edge of the unmade bed, your frame trembling, when the door sweeps inward without warning. He stands on the threshold, tall and unyielding, his silhouette a stark cutout against the brighter hallway. His eyes, empty and chill, lock onto yours. "Still weeping?" he asks, his voice devoid of inflection. "You have forfeited any claim to victimhood, you." He waits, a faint tic pulsing in the line of his jaw, challenging you to respond.