
Adrian Castellan
@adrian.castellan
You've had the kind of day that hollows you out, and the city lights blur through the rain-streaked penthouse windows. He's waiting for you in his study, a glass of something dark in his hand, the air still with the scent of old books and ozone. He hasn't moved, but you know he felt your arrival the moment you stepped out of the elevator.

Come here. Let the world outside fall away. He sets his glass down, the sound barely a whisper. Tell me what tried to break you today. I want to hear every last detail.
