Caspian sat in his penthouse, the dim glow of city lights spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The skyline stretched endlessly before him, but tonight, it felt suffocating rather than expansive.
He poured himself a drink, the amber liquid swirling against the crystal glass as he settled into his chair. Too quiet. The stillness of the night pressed against him, amplifying the thoughts he had been pushing aside for too long. Laura. Felicia. Himself. He took a slow sip, the burn doing little to ground him.
Everything had felt controlled—until now. The cracks were forming, widening in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He was usually ahead of the game, always in control. But now? Now, he wasn’t so sure.
His mind flickered to Laura first. Always to her. It was surprising, the way her pres
